Josh Mason                   

Recreación Segura
Feb 2021

Water Closed To Public / High Hazard / Medium Hazard / Low Hazard / Stinging Marine Life 

I needed to eat breakfast, and I needed to get home—except I can't actually go home anymore. It's all been carried away, and the voice of mind trembles upon recital of this certitude.

And so I find myself itinerant and uncertain; a foreign body. An Idiot, combing a new coast for shards of that old one that may have washed ashore, no matter how woolly salt and separation have left them to be.

But back in the city, accounts of the hour jitter and diverge: Big Jim bellows, signaling St. John's to toll, and when a plastic wristwatch chimes, it occurs to me, and only then, that this new dialect—does actually have a familiar cadence.

Art and Sound by Josh Mason
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My wristwatch is broken, but my life is repaired.