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Jun. 30th, 2009 07:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
adrienmundiOne of my favorite experiences of the ocean is standing in the sand at the edge of the water and feeling the waves suck away at the sand under my feet. It's a fun sort of waiting for vertigo, and for my weight to shift to the holes where my feet used to be, such that I have to shift and then the game starts again.
But what I like about it is that it's a change from the everyday, where ground is habitually solid and reliable. What I don't like is the metaphorical (synaesthetic?) situation where solidity is a constantly chased spectre, where I'm never sure if I'll have enough purchase on the current shifting sand to make it to the next spot before it disappears. On the bad days, being conceptually excluded feels like standing on a tiny strip of sand just below the water as it gets sucked away, with no dry land in sight.
But what I like about it is that it's a change from the everyday, where ground is habitually solid and reliable. What I don't like is the metaphorical (synaesthetic?) situation where solidity is a constantly chased spectre, where I'm never sure if I'll have enough purchase on the current shifting sand to make it to the next spot before it disappears. On the bad days, being conceptually excluded feels like standing on a tiny strip of sand just below the water as it gets sucked away, with no dry land in sight.
