the sea as a reincarnation reinvented by every soul that’s ever walked this earth salt of the water tasting different to every mouth waves roaring, breaking, whispering, blue, green, black amidst them their lovers, their enemies navy romantics and the art of drowning a death at sea is like no death at all the body just disappears, never to be found again two lovers conquering the water, the rebellious violent brutal cold salty water they are but men, perfecting their craft they are at swim, two boys.
I wrote this about Jamie O'Neill's book of the same name.