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Castle Island sunset looking towards M Street Beach and Southie.

Castle Island sunset looking towards M Street Beach and Southie.

This place will never be what I want it to be. Okay, I can accept that. It’s because of me, it’s because of limitations. But you know, so what? I mean, the shower curtain still has sunflowers on it. And that window in the bathroom? It’s the cheap plastic window version of a popcorn ceiling but it makes this pattern of light like a galaxy. And it transforms the streetlight outside into what might as well be the moon.

This place will never be what I want it to be. Okay, I can accept that. It’s because of me, it’s because of limitations. But you know, so what? I mean, the shower curtain still has sunflowers on it. And that window in the bathroom? It’s the cheap plastic window version of a popcorn ceiling but it makes this pattern of light like a galaxy. And it transforms the streetlight outside into what might as well be the moon.

Nighttime.

Nighttime.

And just as I fear that I might be going too far out, I glance up and see the purple robes of sky flowing like ribbons into my eyes, into the sea, and into all the edges of the world. I notice the white light from every prayer that is being prayed around the world twinkling within those robes. There, in the starry ocean-sky, I get goose-bumps, some intuitive part of me touched at the nerve endings bu what I can only describes as spirits (feelings), ancestors (hunches), the salted breeze watching over me, the realization that though I was lost in the animalistic preamble of the wilderness lust–both inside me and in the wilderness–it suddently seems that the ocean indeed is a woman, her sloshing black face and her sparkling dips and swirls activating some primitive knowing intensity within me,

The Sexy Part of the Bible by Kola Boof

My aunt said when she went to Yosemite she could not stop crying. Now I really really want to go here. There is so much that I want to do in Los Angeles alone still never mind California! Ahh, school, work, responsibilities…won’t you vanish? Just for a little while. 

My aunt said when she went to Yosemite she could not stop crying. Now I really really want to go here. There is so much that I want to do in Los Angeles alone still never mind California! Ahh, school, work, responsibilities…won’t you vanish? Just for a little while.