password: cruz
At one level, this is a prologue to a new beginning with The Ocean, as well as a memorial to the chapter before with a sacrificed Love whom I shared eternal moments with the Ocean. We sat, Luis and I, waiting for the sunset, rolling cigarettes, smoking, laughing through walls of awkwardness, because this was really the first time we've hung out before. The session was completely necessary. The conversation before filming was one that unconsciously prepared us for what happened next. The conversation had nothing to do with what would happen next at all, it only was to help us know who we are...what happened next without our conscious decision but decided by the Sun, was a musical, circular back and forth jam forced by the magnetic pull to the Ocean and the sky and the dying Sun. The moment was captured so fluidly that it was never felt as captured, it was only felt. The drive back to our homes was fairly silent, but connected within a song where Luis said, "this is me. this song is me!"
The Ocean held all the answers and all the memories. Neither birth nor death. The Ocean washed over all of the things, with its cold and fresh and rhythmic lull. And that rhythm...that rhythm...it is...a cruz de olvido...and I'll ride with that, as Luis and I did.
