Introduction

Abstract

My words have motion because I saw jellyfish at a young age. These moving things that sting have always drawn my attention. Water, flow, swimming through “pipelines” and schooling trajectories of gain and loss. This is a love letter. This is a collection of stories. I have collected dead ends and roads with toll fees. I also made it to a little Mexican coastal town as morning drank coffee; I still spiritually connect with the waves, the Spanish that bounced around the air. The blue in the sky. The crude softness of time.