The TV images flashed in my mind. A high-definition encounter of the four hour kind that I could not shake for the sake of sleep. Brüno (a film I rented to watch with my aunt, on Errol Morris’ recommendation; “The best film of 2009,”) asking the martial arts instructor how to protect yourself from a white dildo / a black dildo / two dildos at once. Young Kobe Bryant talking about younger Lebron James, (More Than A Game; sports documentaries are my popcorn flicks) who as a junior in high school appeared on the cover of Sports Illustrated; “If he believes in himself, he’ll be alright.” The mile-high glaciers of North America’s last ice age draining the ocean’s waters, Florida emerging like a belly of land and growing to three times its current width, processes reverse and melting begins. The great warming of the Human Age; boob jobs, orange skin, millionaires in convertibles… Miami Beach; the Ocean Drive street sign eclipsed by waves and gone under the rising waters.
In the morning I ate a breakfast of seaweed and ran to the ocean.
Miso soup ocean creature. Yes, indeed, swimming in the Japanese style. Yes, indeed.
A quick thanks for unintentionally killing millions of plankton, with your selfish gobbling of seaweed, and unwittingly playing your part in the food chain bizarre. And loitering in the reeds of Chaffinch Island won’t hide your considerable contribution to the destruction of the fragile ecosystem. Selfish, yeah?