pacific

wico wico wico wico dice el grillo and you become sleepy you can’t shake off the somnolence it feels so comfortable to close your eyes something akin to sexual gratification it’s all you desire for the next hour or two the waves the crickets the gentle but insistent brine in the air the wind-up noise and the wind blown posture of the grasses bowing in the breeze the outstretched wings of a seagull floating on a current of air pri pri pri pri pri another insect in harmony with the cricket qui qui qui qui the leveling of your consciousness close your eyes welcome oblivion

“Journeys of discovery are not something you start doing, but something you gradually stop doing.”

— Erling Kagge / Walking: One Step At A Time