- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
Image by Leio McLaren
Just say what you see. The waves shore up a ringside seat to a sun intent on creating an Ishihara plate.
If you squint you might observe a dolphin throwing in a running stitch across the clear horizon, holding us all together. A decoupage of waves to uncouple a face in the flotsam, carrying all that’s jettisoned on its back.
This says more about us; that you’re seeing faces and I see a plughole down which the vastness of existence is slowly spinning, anti-clockwise. These facts place us where we stand.