The Essentualist Story

The Essentialist Story This is a peanut butter sandwich day – that kind of day, yes, and let the marshmallows roast in the beach- combing fire – the sweet sugary smell. See the kelp and the seaweed, among other heroes in the sand, laying bare the mysteries of the sea. The sea – whence you came; the sea - where you return - when all turmoil and tribulation are past, and the brief breast-beating ceases too; we were all young once. The essential mistakes that we made have propelled us along the coastline – the fractals, your battered guitar, the 68 Plymouth, fishing rod and reel, a clam shovel, and all the hits on the radio – we were traveling, we were going somewhere. The essential error was that we were all traveling – going somewhere, but that was the saving grace too. We were too young to know that fix-points were everywhere. Koon Woon October 8, 2022