A while back we were at the volcanic beach that we like to go to. It was a nice time, super foggy, which made us really contemplative. We love the fog, the way it washes over the earth; ephemeral liquid shroud.
While we were there, we recorded a spoken monologue, which follows:
Content warning: discussion of suicidal ideation
If the above video is slow or doesn’t load properly, it’s also been archived here: Weighted Blankets of the Sky