Robert Wood Lynn, “There is Only One Ocean”
text ID: Everything else, a fiction to make us feel larger. We tried to draw a border between them once and for all. To keep water in its own little names. Then it washed away, our border, and then my paint can washed away and then so did I. This is a stupid project to drown for, I said to anyone who would listen which was no one because I was alone in the boundary of oceans. That was long ago. It's so hot the road looks wet at a distance. Somewhere that ocean lies in wait for me, which is an aggravating factor in criminal sentencing. I remember you stretched out in the sun, your book-shaped sunburn. Calling my name, unafraid anyone else might hear it. Like everyone else, we mistook our wanting something so bad for wanting it forever
