| A postcard to no one |
| We sail out to the open sea, jump in the water and swim to a small beach. No people, only sand and water. On the way back we watch the sun set behind the mountains, the last light before the city’s artificial glare illuminates. |
| When you’re living on the ocean or close to it, it becomes part of you. It’s always present. It forms the way you live. I’ve always loved sailing, especially on smaller boats. It feels like complete freedom. The movement from the waves, the wind pushing against you, the sound, the vastness. I’m captivated by the open ocean, its darkness beneath you. |
