29 June 2009
The Pacific
The trouble with oceans is they don’t take up enough room in your life to match their majesty. The ocean that bathes the piece of land you’ve settled in is a supporting character at best in the minor play that is your life.
A move changes things, though. The moment you feel uprooted, everything that seemed permanent proves taken for granted.
The Pacific felt permanent to me for over seven years. A silent partner, a silent witness. And only at the very end of that era, did it occur to me to spend a cloudy November afternoon gazing at it.

Radiohead - Everything in its right place/Kid A
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