The Shouting Grounds

Life is fragile. With one breath, we exhale to conquer the world. With the next, we can gasp in horror as everything comes crumbling down...

The waves crashed relentlessly over the headland as it stretched its way out into the ocean like a long arm reaching out to sea. The sea...

How do we stand... in this endless posturing? The swirling, consuming, suffocating rhythms of human pursuit?? Like an ocean current that...