föstudagur, júní 06, 2008

vi blir fisk

Moving around out there in the dark they are giant fish, dorsal fins and tails lit from below. You are among them, not swimming but as if resting on the bottom. You are there a long time. When your own craft finally flaps up and away, banking left and right, you can see lights. Are they above or below? It is impossible to say. There: boats? No, things flying-swimming like giant phosphorescent fish. Now the plane rights itself and ships come into view in the direction that must be down--not the ships themselves but their lights made indistinct by the surface of the invisible water. Angler fish trolling. Everything nearly weightless, either because you are so, so sleepy after such a long wait or because you actually are in the heavy deep blackness of the sea.

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