It's still February. For some this may be a simple fact, or it may be something which requires a more complex strategy of coming-to-grips. So I offer you this, a rhetorical tic that has become my only answer to so much, as daily life begins to resemble nothing so much as the deep and merciless but also inconsequential slush piles which are my constant companion.
Throw yourself into the sea. Have you considered it? When life on land can do nothing but disappoint, demand a constant shaking up of expectations, consider the freshness of a new medium of living. You may die, yes, but you may die if you persist on land. You may yet live, if you begin with the sea.
Throw yourself into the sea. Have you considered it? When life on land can do nothing but disappoint, demand a constant shaking up of expectations, consider the freshness of a new medium of living. You may die, yes, but you may die if you persist on land. You may yet live, if you begin with the sea.
