Fluid Dynamics

The last time we set foot on land was over two years ago. How odd that we are floating slowly towards the Port of Los Angeles. It took us four days from when we first saw the mountains of shipping containers to be close enough to shore to get there by dingy.

“How do you think it feels to be a tree?” she would ask, and he would always reply with, “I don’t know. I’m not a tree.” The encounter would then end in laughter or dead silence, and the rest of…

I was pretty sure from what I’d heard in church that if I did black magic then I’d be cursed by God. Just look at what happened to Kurt.