a summer spent hapless rested stealing nights in between a nine to five. a life wanted but unaccustomed to. i’d been to this barrier island many times before, darkness creeping in as we dance in the ice palace, but this time we’re watching the shore bleed indifferent into the sky. a man beneath the bridge emerges asking about the ferry looking like he’s been searching for days. laughter, two liter bottles of margaritas, a cool breeze and a lost purpose. we all got a little more lost.
[Mayday]