Screenshot from Mike Mills' The Architecture Of Reassurance.
The moment I stepped out into the sea. I was alone with everything. Surrounded by no one. Scared to death by the beating of my own heart. Scared of encountering. What ever am I doing at 6 in the morning with my bare feet in the sea ? I felt scared and nothing more. Scared in a way it made me sad. The thought of doing this every morning circled my mind. My head felt heavy because it wanted sleep. My body wanted more of what I was giving it, more of this natural state. I thought about connecting all that is natural and feeling fufilled.
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