i know, i am grim, it ain't just the culture, i ain't just a pearl of irritation in the shell game culture. what am i. a piece of work. a rambler of no place. a circumscribed soul traveler. ha, a pearl is kind of an overreaction isn't it. it's the grain of sand you tried to spit out that grew. into something beautiful beyond reckoning. an inner growth. meta. it stays, bigger, but smoother, it's a hard round egg that gives birth to thoughts, engenders love.
this is the first picture of mister underwater. chunks of sea wall blocked our path and i tipped them onto the beach. the place is eroding. i'm eroding. i need to float again.