My Swimming Trunks Have Been Sucked Off
To understand why your trunks have abandoned you, we must first understand the beast that took them: the main drain. My Swimming Trunks Have Been Sucked Off
Misadventures like that teach you, in small, persistent ways, the generosity of absurdity. The world can be officiated and serious and dignified, but it can also surprise you into humility. Sometimes that humility is public and bracing. Sometimes it leaves a line of salt on your skin and a good joke to tell at dinner parties. Either way, there is a bright, irreducible honesty in being caught off guard. Stay calm : Panicking will only increase the
It happened on a Sunday nobody will ever remember except me. The sea had that flat, glassy look it gets before an afternoon breeze finds its rhythm. I’d walked out far enough for the sand to lose its grip and felt the water tug at my knees like a polite hand asking permission. Behind me the shoreline hummed — umbrellas, a radio chewing a pop song, the distant arc of someone’s laugh — and ahead: the open blue, indifferent and enormous. To understand why your trunks have abandoned you,