CléaThe sea keeps dumping its seaweed. Council workers have made an effort to clear it but were too slack to remove all of it. It keeps getting back into the water with the tide then rots away in the sun. An endless circle that only a change in current can fix. In the meantime, half the beach has relocated away from the seaweed, creating an illusion of a crowd when all that exists is solitude.
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The thing about dumping, is that it needs to happen from time to time. If it doesn’t the naturally accumulated seaweed stays in the Ocean and never gets cleaned out. It may not be pleasant to experience, but I really think the absence of it would be much worse.
I feel bad for the seaweed…Not sure why. But I do.
Justin: My gut feel tells me you’re right. Something about accumulating toxins or a large concentration of iodine that somehow turns toxic.
SM: I’d say because it’s helpless. It has no control whether it gets washed away into sea, or it rots in the sun. It probably prefers being carted away by council workers.
I forget how smart my friends are sometimes. Must put post-it notes in places that will constantly remind me.
The seaweed has a purpose and though we may not know what it is, it is playing itself out exactly as it should. Perhaps its residues are there to remind us that it does exist. If not, then we might forget. And that could be worse.
I don’t know what I’m saying, but for some reason it makes sense in my head.
Besos.
EM: And without the seaweed, the sea cannot be whole; its residues nurture other life forms.
Very smart friends indeed.
Can’t they sprinkle some toxic chemical to kill all that undesirable seaweed? Yes, I’m kidding.
Egan: I’m sure there are enough pollutants that do that regardless.
I hope the seaweed clears (or is cleared) from the beach soon, Cléa.
The illusion of a crowd is certainly worse than the self-conscious awareness of solitude.
Winters: As I do, its sight and stench are a powerful reminder that some forces are beyond control.
And I’ve never believed in magic.
Cléa you are more than welcome to use my beach until the seaweed clears. You’d make a welcome change from the usual salty old fishermen and short haired middle-aged women walking their labradors.
Gboy: Um… how do you know I’m not a short-haired salty middle-aged woman walking her … beach towel? Never mind. I’d welcome a change in scenery, free of seaweed, if your beach is as welcoming as your comment.