for a couple of weeks, i stayed in a house with mosquitos and sand flies on a small stretch of road along the west coast. there, i made jam with blackberries picked from bushes covered in spider nests, and took swims in a river that always tried to swallow me whole. i felt close to earth but far from the world. there was no internet, no phone reception, and the total population was seven.
the place was beautiful but eerie. i didn't make life long friends, and i felt excited to leave when the day came. it was one of those weird scenarios that i walked in on and haven't shaken off.
the place was beautiful but eerie. i didn't make life long friends, and i felt excited to leave when the day came. it was one of those weird scenarios that i walked in on and haven't shaken off.
