I have the same dream every night: I am on a beach. My eyes are closed and my hands – stretched open. I am bathing in the sunlight and marveling at the easiness of the moment. Then, my eyes open.
I see the shore, which looks boundless, and a wild jungle positioned miles behind me. I realize something with a pang. I am on an island alone. My only company are the tides which stream in and out in a rhythm I can’t quite capture.
Just as I overcome the intensity of one tide, another washes me over: I am left perpetually drowning.