There are days, many of them actually, that I feel like I don't really fit in this world. I don't like it and I don't want to be here. I'm sure I've mentioned this a time or two. Or ten.
Don't get me wrong, I like Jeeps and smartphones, I like the interblogs. I like the fact that I can wear pads and tampons rather than huge wads of rags stuffed into my panties when I'm on my period. (Sorry for the vulgarity folks, but we're all adults and half of us are women so get over it.) I like many many things about today.
But I don't fit.
Our apartment is on a fjord. I'm not writing that to be cool, I'm writing it because it's how it is.
I look out at the water and it seems alive. The water is alive. And I look at it sometimes and just think... take it back. Take it all back. Like I really want the world to rebel against us, to wash up over shores and collapse all around us and vault us back into a time when people were grateful for land, soil, earth, water.
I certainly don't want to be here when the world falls apart around us. When we push the natural world to the brink and then over. I don't think I can, or could, stand that.
So I look out over the water and I think just win.