September 3, 2019

I try not to look to closely at the drains, or at people’s feet, or the floating plasters and leaky nostrils while I swim. One can’t think too much about the idea of a dozen almost naked bodies sharing a large, be it chlorinated, bath tub. I love my swims. I love the feeling of having swum. I like to hum underwater. And problem solve. And design pots. And have imaginary talks with people. Just don’t show me a clump of hair.


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