Notes on a trip to the sea
The salty waters that are here, as also there.
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.