Being specific has lead me here. Sitges, Spain. After roaming the restaurants I chose this one specifically because this is the view I wanted. I am pleased. The yellow buoy on the cerulean water, diamond light glittering in morse code. Dark orange of my Voll-Damm Doble Malta with an upside down frame of the boardwalk as people stick gravity to the sky like spiderman. I found Robbins offensive today as he spoke of her peach fish. Maybe because it upsets me that I can identify with Princess, Woopecker, and Giullietta. Am I naive to believe change is possible? Am I dumb to think there's a way for us to move towards authenticity? I'm working on allowing myself to feel these waves and be unattached to them for this empty sadness is pervasive as the ocean to the shore. Solace in these words in the black keys as my hands search for more to hold and more to release the captive memories that lay hidden in my soul.