Oceans are refreshing. Not in that way that you take a dip in one and emerge some chilled asshole version of your self, spitballing about how everyone just needs a ‘shot to soak their worries’ in one. Fuck no, oceans scare me, what with all those millions of years of alternate society swimming right below. Whole hierarchies, huge species of unknown names and whereabouts swimming somewhere near my femoral artery. If I was made to join in there, I would have had gills. But here, in moments like this, where new directions need to take shape, it’s a relief to know that as I pass over them, learjet style, that it’s not all a sea of nothing. It palate cleanses your mind as you grab your seat and scream in your head–or, not– ‘Oh, fuck, what did I do?’.
It makes the distance feel ever larger, more important. Staring out my window, moving between point A to point B of my scurried life feels like a conscious decision if I believe that I’m bypassing hundreds of thousands of mini-cities by choice. Instead, of course, of a reality that finds hurtling myself across whole oceans and crashing landing on shores of dubitable decision as some kind of liberating power play. I’ve been a bit lost lately, not really knowing what I’m feeling. Well, it’s a swirl of not really nothing, but it ain’t good. It’s suffocating my mind that I like to keep sharp as a scythe; and I’m just stumbling around at this point. But I want to show myself the best of me. That potential is laughably unpenetrated, despite what life has thrown at me to ravage it. And so this conscious decision at a new direction, over oceans and lands I don’t want to give a fuck about until I land where I need to be, is the first bit of freedom I’ve felt.
At this point UV Boi is my sweetspot of Ta-Ku and what Ryan Hemsworth used to be. If you’re not following UV Boi on his Soundcloud, please fix that travesty, Also, Hatch here is excellent par usual. Follow him as well, naturally.