Big Sur

A WALK ON THE BEACH

Later this evening, safe high above the fogline i will partake in several grams of potent psychedelics and for many a full moon hours still be master of my domain.

But right now the beach is dark and fogbound. Uncertain, my footing sinks in soft sand among alternately looming and disappearing masses of jagged rocks. The shape of fin everywhere... I am a thread of luring siren away from crashing waves and the vast, vast sweep of black water beyond.

How can i be so easily overwhelmed by this immensity, so terrified by the embrace... The kingdom of Neptune calling back its servant.