I remember when I was younger I read that Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series. By the last few books everything was becoming all muddled because of time travel and whatnot. Hmm, not sure if I could explain it if you haven’t read it, it felt like this strange uncontrollable stream of people flowing in and out of your space people you’ve known, people you don’t know, and all of its impermanence and abruptness and absolute lack of control.

This one time I was at a beach somewhere near Laguna. You would go into the waves and go under and end up on a totally different spot on the beach in between totally different people. Go under and get thrown in the opposite direction, come up to find more new faces. As the day went on some of the faces would repeat themselves. I crashed into this group of women multiple times. They also ended up next to a new group of people.

So many people, so many locations, all floating into different spaces, linked by situation and contact. I feel like the world doesn’t know what point in time it is. Not the world, youth. But youth never does. We are happening now and will later define ourselves. Saying, Oh! That was our uniqueness and that was our mimicry. But that’s just stating the obvious isn’t it?