Surfing in DDT waters

Reflections on our death cult industrial civilization.

I surfed Point Dume last Sunday. There was a big swell and the waves were perfect — almost too big and perfect for a shitty surfer like me, and I kept wiping out. While I was out in there, a sea lion kept hanging around, ducking under water around some kelp and playing in the surf. It looked just like a big wet dog. With the big bluffs ahead and an open…

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