Hawaii is just like all the Elvis movies make it out to be
We walked down to the beach last night. The wave swells are huge. I know nothing about waves or ocean currents so I didn’t pretend to; I just watched the water crashing into black lava rocks and thought about how the ocean is so much bigger than us, and could crush us in an instant. The undertow is so strong we can’t really swim, except in tidepools. The current would pull us out indefinitely.
C. is beautiful and chill and awesome as ever, and I’m so grateful she has let me come here. Her man G. is a philosopher/artist/scientist/carpenter, but most of all, a thinker. We stayed up til 2a discussing the algorithms that create patterns on shells, which he likes to reproduce on canvas. He busted out his cellular anatomy textbook for seashells and tried explaining it to me. Today we looked at some giant black-and-yellow spider that can probably kill you if you mess with it. I’m very happy to be here.