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Buoyed by my seashore, a stripped-down crew on this rocky whale, endearing every day. I will play along to belong, yes, I will. And with the same baskets and matching sandals, we’ll call ourselves a community without shame. We’ll sail, carried away by the wind and the current, to become, little by little, brazen, liminal, isolated, barbaric.
My first friendships are the truest. Workers, summer vacationers, townsfolk. With the second generation comes Risk, tarot cards, Anaïs Nin, Eva, lipstick on cigarettes, an exploding empty glass.
The fabrics arrive by boat from India, bought on credit. I’ll sell them at an outrageous price. “It’s Empordà.” I don’t have a room of my own here, but I work in a shop with a view.
It was a difficult choice. So many waves and so many books muddle one’s sense of transcendence, this tiny rowboat of a well-turned phrase.