Tuesday, December 28, 2010

The Anatomy of a Wave


There was the briefest moment where my life was sitting in the dark by the Pacific Ocean while a soft but masculine voice read Pablo Neruda into the nape of my neck. In Spanish.

Presently I am brushing Cool Ranch Dorito crumbs out of my sports bra while watching Masterpiece: Contemporary on Hulu.

Crests and troughs.

(Wave by James Jean.)