It Lasts For Weeks

Surf Journal/Creative Space


“There’s tax documents flying everywhere. Screaming babies. Bits of elevator music. Car insurance payments and overdue registration. There’s angry gods, twisted politics, and a letter I’ve been meaning to write, all just whirling around me in the vortex. Receipts and bills. Appointments and deadlines. New Year’s resolutions and childhood traumas. Every last bit of it, lurching overhead, exploding onto the reef, choking on the foamball, anywhere but here. All my problems, all my worries, all my desires. Gone. And one way or another — whether I make it out of that tiny window of light down the line, or get lit up and laid out on the sand — all that matters is that it’s gone for now. This one tiny moment, it lasts for weeks.”
-Nathan Myers