Google drive just snuck this photo of mine past my feed. For an algorithm it’s darkly humorous, having recently lost a close friend. On the other side is the cold pacific ocean beating on these cyclopean blocks.

I used to come here a lot between the 90s and 2015. This picture however was one of the last and it feels a lot like that time;

wind harsh and sharp,
the colours unambiguous,
the sea more solid than cement;

so wild and solitary;

and so eternal,
in contrast with the rest of us.