It could be the size of the state, the size of my house, the size of the waves or the size of my brain. The feeling of “small” is a constant reminder in my daily life starting from the moment I wake up and check the surf to my arrival back home after driving across the entire state for work each day. Some days I wake up and wish my home was somewhere so big and vast that it would be almost impossible to find, somewhere that it could be swallowed by the landscape.
“The most interesting dwellings in the country, as the painter knows, are the most unpretending, humble log huts and cottages of the poor commonly…”- Walden, H. D. Thoreau
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