One of the first things I come across on this Stone Island beach is a handwritten message scratched in the sand, still hours away from being erased, by the incoming tides.
It brings up an old question – “If no one hears a tree falling in the forest, does it mean the tree didn’t fall?”
It brings up a newer question – “If no one sees our messages, does that mean we weren’t here? ”
Soon enough, this author is going to get all the reviews he or she ever wanted.
My comment, not written in the beach margins, is, ” how can you be sure? ”
They should have left their phone number.
Writing always raises more questions than it buries.
at first i thought it was written with a finger too but the letters seemed too straight and sharp. im still not certain they didn’t use something more pointed than a finger. in going back i see the idea is a distraction so it has been eliminated. It was a great little side trip sold by that guy on the street when we were walking to get something to eat.