It is impossible to do anything these days without thinking about Palestine, without considering what people there are doing while I continue here trying to figure out my life. How can we move so slow?
We went to Long Island over the weekend, and we had a whole beach entirely for ourselves one morning. The empty parking lots, the closed facilities — to me, one of the clearest faces of Amerikkka.
The seaweed that covered the shore started telling me stories. I tried to document them.








I looked from the other side, the ocean in front of me instead of behind. This time, the seaweed was willing to dance.





I wish these photos could go somewhere, but somehow I’m glad they simply document a moment in my life, a moment of relief for seeing more than what meets the eye. Remembering that I’m a living being, not a machine, so that I find strength and vitality through meaning and purpose. That is enough for now, and maybe forever.