i tried to think of myself as a sea-creature; washing up on the shore like hunk of kelp, looking not very from here. The best I could do was float in and out of the waves. Lapping at them while they lapped back. The beach had many rocks, and while I played out to the sea, and when she wasn't documenting me, S was searching for sea-glass. We both looked for ways to give a natural history to things that didn't necessarily belong there. We created narratives I believe are beautiful. It is difficult to know where to belong.