there are things which everyone is born knowing. borne out of bed each morning knowing you have to piss. knowing that on an island, surely, on some island, a wave is breaking. a coastal city’s concrete in the summer is being rewraught into rocks again.

there is a wind somewhere that has blown someone’s hat off. there is someone screaming somewhere. there is someone kissing someone else somewhere. when i wake up at least i know what i am tasting