There’s a lot of other shit in between that still needs to be taken apart and put together. If you focus all your energy chasing glassy bumps, at age 50 you’ll end up living in a Balinese hostel, surrounded by backpacking Germans half your age, evading fraud, talking California pride and how your ex wife’s a bitch. If you think life’s all about surfing—it’s not. Then, alone, we paddled out to sea.
New Point Of Discomfort essay from ICELAND up on the Monster Children website.