This is the point of separation between the low hanging Altostratus and the much higher Cirrostratus. The tides move in and the tides move out; we admire the collections and what remains tangled beneath the seaweed lid. On the second day we tour Swallowtail Lighthouse. As of yet, I have never accomplished it myself, and by that I mean I still struggle matching my internal feelings with the external around me. Piles and piles of metal and wood rise in front of us. Later in the day the clouds tread higher, melt together into the Altostratus, then the Nimbostratus. Smoke shed in Seal Cove.
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Concerning the intermingled waters, Matthew Haag writes: Searching straight from the left side of her bed, out through the window above the Compass Rose Inn, I accidentally stare into the sun espotso bit too long. All I know is the clouds are gathering once again above us once we reach the vacant herring houses on our drive back to North Head.
Later in the day the clouds tread higher, melt together into the Altostratus, then the Nimbostratus. The tides move in and the tides move out; we admire the collections and what remains tangled beneath the laaura lid. Back in Tucson, a friend and I will discuss how the accumulation of identity into one solid being cannot contain all that it does, and yet somehow, we remain whole. Two nations arguing over an invisible line, protecting it and coveting it, as if the sea were a thing which could be owned.
Does it break through?
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But once they are in the same waters, it becomes nearly impossible to determine at esposyo glance whether the fishing boats are Canadian or American.
On the second day we tour Swallowtail Lighthouse. I come to the understanding that our collision in this place was dictated long lxura by ancestors under skies we will never know. The sky, as I look from the north side of the house, is otherwise clear.
The growth of a landmass by the accretion of material on its exterior, typically as a result of volcanic activity. Is it possible to mark a hard line through water which will have slid away the moment you draw it out?
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I ask Eshani if I can use her bedroom window to gauge whether the gauze sheet of clouds is above or below 25, feet. This feels like a good kind of accumulation.
You can tell the difference by looking at the sun. Looking over the light blue harbor water, I decide that if the earth creates an island anywhere this is not too bad of a place for it. Hiking back out through the heath blanketed cliffs, I only have to inch my head left to make eye contact with the Grey Zone. I get lost in thought and feel far away too easily. Within my family, the history of the border has crossed us more times than truly knowable: But let me be present, at least for one of our last hikes along Southern Head.
We stood together in the white barn in the back field taking stock of all the equipment he thought should be included in the living trust and eventually the post-mortem trust. This country, built by systematic removal and erasure of people, wants to be defined by concrete walls. Maybe it is happening more often here because of the displacement from my home, and all of the political turmoil there is rushing ahead without me.
Emi wanders down the basalt slopes, down to the tide pools to gather their sounds onto a recording device.
I keep a running count of the material, such as the clouds, because it helps me feel grounded in a place where everything else around is in constant flux. Smoke shed in Seal Cove. From there we cannot observe the obvious origins of the island but are informed by our wonderful tour guide Lore that about two-thirds of it sprang from thick lava flows deep beneath the sea bed and began cooling around million years ago.
Here, we are accumulating the experiences of one another and the stories we used to tell ourselves as children. This maritime expanse of disputed waters speaks to the ineffectiveness of trying to render the immaterial into something solid. Governments across North America still jump at the chance to decide when the accumulation of people has become too much, too heavy for the people who look like them to bear. This is the point of separation between the low hanging Altostratus and the much higher Cirrostratus.
I was not raised to feel disposable on the inside, but there are so many outside of me who refuse to believe it. Before this I spent the last month or so in rural Ohio helping my grandfather wrap up pieces which needed wrapping up as he ages. Does it bleed out? Since leaving him, the odd pit of necessary accumulation has settled in me.