Hasn’t our world expanded and shrivelled—together and apart—over and over in some twisted ethereal way? We are conscious the world exists outside our empty international airports. Nonetheless, the constant rumble in our bellies, to visit people and places beyond Earth’s largest island, grows louder. And as the months tick by, our anaemic bucket lists, along with optimism, become more malnourished. To thrive is to feel the enormousness of our life-supporting planet; it makes our hearts hammer and humbles us with our ant-like existence.
Are surfboards as unique as fingerprints?