- jojomatthewsart
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All there is
Lean in
The tide exposes
When I sing to the seaweed my vibrations remain in the atmosphere as an energy form.
We cannot see the slow-moving tidal sea rise with human eyes, maybe that’s why we are not prepared.
The Turnstones survive in the intertidal space
A drowning out
We are already underwater
I bottle the eeriness of sea haar
In the haar
It’s like everyone has been put to sleep
Hazy, humming, murky horizons
Its dripping and close
Is there a moment where the haar hits my face?
I am walking through the mist
When am I not walking through the mist?
When am I passed it?
Mist is magical
I am walking through an altered time zone
The seaweed sways slowly
hhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmm hhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmm
Chck chck, chck, chck chck chck
Inside the mist I do not feel alone
I forget where I am
It’s a blanket, a cold blanket, I am covered in cold
My senses are heightened
I am hyper-aware
The mist is revealing
The moisture brings to light things that I do not normally see
The lowering of the sky creates a darker reflection
My eyes and nose are leaking
The mist draws out my liquid
This weather is comforting and dark
It’s something in between
Half dead, half alive
The salt is saltier
The seaweed looks like floating dead bodies preserved, salinated
My spatial awareness is misty
I am at the surface of the water
slightly drowning
bobbing at the edge
gasping for air
the heat pulses around my body
my skin colour changes
a clump of seaweed floats by and brushes my leg
I shiver
I’m in the sea and it’s raining
the feeling is like nothing I’ve ever felt before
I feel alive
I feel connected
I feel like I am where I am supposed to be
As the sea levels rise the crevices diminish
No longer allowed to be vulnerable
A saltiness
A heavy saltiness in the bay
Heavy salt
I am covered in salt
I am made of salt
The rocks
My body
The air is salt
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As the water rises, the exposed crevices diminish.
The intertidal feeders move on.
No longer able to feed in the vulnerable spaces.
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Extract from voice notes:
The reflections seem clearer and so does the salt. The salt is saltier. Everything amplified. In the mist, the seaweed looks like floating bodies preserved.
My spatial awareness is misty. My spatial awareness is muted, distance becomes futile, measurements are different, how do we measure inside the mist?
For a while I forget where I am, I forget there’s the beach with the people, the water has a quality that’s indescribable, it’s glistening but there’s no sun, is the mist bringing some kind of otherly quality to it, I don’t want to say otherly because that’s too obvious. It’s a new substance, an edge, the edge has been brought to the sea a fuzzy edge.