Where am I?
I am desperate for connection.I must have hit a black spot.The sun is glaring at me and blindingmy display screen.All I can see is my own face.Coarse sand has crept between my toes.I have wandered too far.I need to google a map, text someonewho will reconnect me.This shell, this sand, the smell of rotting kelp.I poke at dead things with pieces of driftwood.This strange salty w ... (read more)