- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
Image by Leio McLaren
As a child, the ocean reminded her of beer. The white froth bubbling and swishing, caused by any collision with anything solid. She just wanted to jump in and drink it.
As a child, colliding with life she decided she no longer wanted to exist.
So she jumped in.
She dived into the head, already frothing, already foaming. Within a day, she drank her way out.
Within a day, she came to the conclusion that she wanted to live there forever.
Within a day: she moved in.