The river is within us, the sea is all about us
T.S. Eliot – The Dry Salvages
Julie is one of the lost. Sitting on the train to West Kirby, alone and enveloped in her thoughts, as ever, she wonders if she is in fact already dead. It’s not the first time that this thought has occurred to her. What if there was a moment years ago when she passed on from this life but was not paying attention at the time? There were plenty of opportunities for the life within her to be snuffed out, could it be that she had unknowingly grasped one of them?
Excerpt from Swimming Against the Stream, ©Bobby Seal
Picture of Dee Estuary at West Kirby, ©Bobby Seal
Really looking forward to reading this when it comes out. I’m new to your blog having stumbled across it when I was getting into psychogeography, and I love being made to think about rivers once a day. I took your recommendation of The Fish Ladder and am making my way through that at the moment.
Please keep up the wonderful work.
Joe
Thank you Joe, your comment has really made my day.
Beautiful. Time and the river, The river and time.
Thank you Jaime