Long walks along the beach at sunset Merry Li Biomedecine 2
The sun has already set, leaving a snail trail of pink and orange and blue down to its enormous navel that could probably swallow us whole. A few people are being slapped about by waves in the shadowed shallows, others are eating fish and chips on butchers’ paper, salt on salt. Joggers’ bodies move heavily through the still air – I imagine these evening joggers are those who hit snooze, those who will never be the ones to find a dead body in bushland on their 5am run. No, not these people who eat chocolate every January 2nd and smile at crotch-licking dogs. Cockatoos squat on every branch of every Norfolk pine like dripping candle wax. They are deafening, reminding me of the footage of the New York Stock Exchange they show on the evening news, the same desperation in their squawks to close a deal before they get sprayed by sprinklers from the golf course. Sinking into the slowest rubber quicksand, parents push their children on swings, little feet kicking the horizon where ships carrying our futures in steel containers slice the horizon slowly.