Monday, 14 Feb 2011 | Views [1322] | Scholarship Entry
Sunk in Coron There comes a moment, at a certain depth, when direction loses meaning. Above, below, on all sides, a vague, muted blue fills with swirling white flakes. My lifeline is a rusted cable that stretches into nothingness on both ends. My facemask ... Read more >
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