Tidal zone treshold.

The intertidal is a treshold; neither sea nor land, wet nor dry, salt nor air, all at the same time. An archive of being in a 8AM - 8PM inner/outer tidal zone.

Today I was not in time

I was cycle

I fell out of clockwork

Into cosmic

As water retreated

I was in her desert

Like dehydrated seaweed

On the ocean floor

As water came back

I was a fishing boat

On the rhythm of her pulse

Dancing the swell

Today I was not in time

I was body

My body, our body

Today I was not in time

I was sky

Pink orange blue green sky

Today I was not in time

I fell out of clockwork

Into water

A full cycle of tidal water

Roscoff 12.07 PM - 9/9/2025

Studies of attachment — buoy / boat

How free am I, when I’m attached?

To what am I tied?

What holds me, what carries me?

Are tides different expectations?

If there are waves — who makes the waves?

Are we dancing, or clashing?

Is it a dance, or a struggle?

Is being tied safe?

Can we get stuck?

Is there a difference between

stuck and entangled?

Is there danger in entanglement?

Is entanglement trust?

Is entanglement love?

Is attachment

making.

Love.

I am not in my body.

I am afraid of what it holds.

I am not in my body.

I am afraid of what it holds.

My tears have stopped being salty.

This happened years ago.

I am no longer ocean.

I want to be in my body.

I don’t want to be afraid of what it holds.

I want to be in my body.

I don’t want to be afraid of what it holds.

I want my face to have rills —

red, wet rivers of salt.

I want to become ocean again.