What a strange vintage we are. Constantly needing to photograph each thing, each moment. What other species demands to self archive everything? The same information, experiences, places visually captured over and over again. What do we expect to learn from it; from taking a picture of it all? No Coining - All Rights Reserved

Oct 30, 2023

Gulf of Malaysia

The last one, on the last run. Down at some depth deeper than 5 meters in the pea soup. Biggest fish I'd finally seen. 


I've been spoiled. I've seen the best. I've. I've. Me. See. Me. Seafood for dinner. This place isn't easy to see. Me. Dinner of Seafood. Ocean plastic. Oh such a shame. See me by the sea? Vacation me by the sea. Seafood dinner from that discount cheap reef by that ugly cheap sea.

This isn't world heritage. This wasn't in National Geographic. Oh this bag? It's a Vuitton. Oh this watch? It's a Rolex. No I'd never take these thing by the sea; there too expensive.  

First free dive down. Into that green sea. Cuttlefish. Octopus. Purple Clown fish. Only these eyes did see in this cheap worthless sea. 

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