The Sea, The Sea, Montauk

‘The sea sustains and threatens us, but it is also where we came from … being fifty per cent water, we all contain the sea inside us.”

Philip Hoare, The Sea Inside

The sea in Montauk is a racket. I love a wild, noisy, not a meek or humble sea. The roaring Atlantic. The din comes in waves, receding slightly though never quite ebbing away. It quietens my mind. The incessant chatter in my head can’t compete with its roar. Each wave that breaks on the shore smooths the jagged edges, then pulls them away into the deep. Breaking smoothing pulling away.

I watched the horizon for two days in Montauk, shifting from steel grey to misty ash and light-swollen blues.







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