I can’t help but wonder, you know, what she thinks when she looks up at the sky, what she feels?
Which do you see?
He works down there for one of the titans, can’t remember which one.
I let go. And give in. To the physics and the power of the waves and the vast ocean around them, I on my board in the midst. It’s not so much a means of forgetting, of leaving things behind as it is a means
a handful of curves
“I’ve heard the name, “Tesco,” in a pop song once. Never been, though.