The blurred sand underfoot looks as if it is running away. Or maybe it is me, slowly hovering and flying forward. Following those two in the distance. Not too fast, so they don’t get startled, but at the same time, I don’t want to let them disappear. To the left, you can hear the sea – it is still calm, but it can no longer be ignored. In the summer, there must be swarms of people everywhere. They set up their colorful windbreaks to hide from the sun and the occasional stiff blow, the air smells of fried fish and chips that cheeky seagulls try to steal from them. In the background, you can hear the relentless shrieking of children as they search for crabs in little rock pools. There is an elderly lady near, watching over them once in a while, sitting on a folding chair. Her bare legs peek out from under her towel, and even though it’s a pleasant day, she is wearing a jumper over the top of her swimsuit. Further from the shore, by the road, an endless queue of families stretches out, waiting for ice cream. One as cold as the wind that is currently brushing past your legs.

Drifting through Noikosmos #6, 2011