Palawan Polaroids: Day Four
Posted 8:53 PM by AD in Labels: essay, for nazi tour guide junjun saguid, ink polaroids, transitionCloud Cover, I
Apprehension to gratification for the preservation of your complexion.
Ridiculous Realisations, #3
- Suicide and its reverse are both motivated by extreme selfishness.
- There will be islands with nobody in them. There will be jellyfish in the reefs. There will be sand dollars fashioned into rings. You wash your hands in the water, the sand as abrasive, schools of fish around you. There will be time to sit on the sand, the skin of water still, still atomising the limestone across millennia, turning to sand to be washed with, sat on. There will be time to submerge on the warm water collar-deep, a bathtub shared with the world, all wastes washed away. There will be surprise at the pressure differential. There will be surprise at the buoyancy. There will be surprise at the warmth. You only think you smell sulfur. There will be fear for your balls.
Cloud Cover, II
You lay on your back and look up at the night sky. Finally, there will be stars.
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