“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
– Marcel Proust, ‘La Prisonnière’
I couldn’t sleep the other night, and as I looked out the window I saw that it was already starting to get bright out.
I decided to walk down through the town to the beach and watch the sun rise, in the hopes that this would tire me out enough to sleep.
A public screening of Back to the Future, by the sea, I attended.
“Little islands are all large prisons; one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.”
~ Richard Francis Burton
It was around 2am, and just after my friend’s relatively quiet birthday celebrations.
A friend and I made our way down to the pebbled and sea weed covered beach near his house. It was a long and narrow beach which ran along the main road towards the city.
We spent around an hour walking along a groyne which began at the top of the beach and stretched deep into the sea.
When we finally stopped we were standing on the narrow, stoned wall, around 200 metres from the beach.The deep water surrounded us at both sides, eerily and quiet splashing below us as we stood and looked across the sea towards the city.
My battery died shortly after.