Sitting in the sand, propped up by this blue world, the view is clear from here, as far as I can see, it seems as endless as the rows of chairs lining this beach. A man walked by with an ankle bracelet on, kind of caught my eye, just between the bikinis and tans lines. I stopped to wonder what he had done to be branded by this state, at this same moment he also stopped to contemplate, looking out over the horizon. I imagined he was thinking he could just swim out never to return, surely the ocean would give him fins, maybe he’d wash up on some other shore, without this weighted ball and chain, left behind to sink to the bottom, he would climb out made whole, the salt dissolving his sins, giving him back his legs so that he could walk upright again.
– Josh Fleming