the threshold

flower and fish patterned umbrella. all the way to the sea, even though just by virtue of the number of countries it is surrounded by the mediterranean should be considered an ocean. in experiencing signs of infinity we invariably commit the same mistake- we turn a spatial model into a temporal one and vice versa. which is why now, as i dip my head below these greek ripples and look ahead at something that vaguely resembles a kaleidoscopic underwater horizon, i feel as if i am touching some kind of infinity. wrong. it is only my well-trained capacity to spin magic out of nothing, to milk the maximum deviation out of the mundane and then enthrone everything deviant as the threshold to a parallel reality. i only wish i were looking at some kind of infinity right now. instead, i am peeking under the skirt of coastal greece, all of which turns out to be coastal.