There is a strange quality to the vast shallow beaches
of The North Sea. As the dark blue dusk sets, as the thick,
almost liquid fog rolls over the sloping stretches of sand, it gives
a feeling of certain spatial vagueness, of not being able to pinpoint
the position of oneself relative to the shifting
ill-defined environment around.
The sensation makes me think - if you could move freely through the colliding elements, the heavy turbulent air, the murky water and the sandy earth, would you ever be able to find the place where they meet or would you just wander endlessly, further and further away from the place they meet, into a vast uniform fields of matter?
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