The lady at the surf-side motel said the white beaches were endless. I set out to prove her wrong. Three days later I’m burnt to a crisp, dehydrated and starving. If I ever find my way back to civilization I’m giving her five stars on Yelp.
The idea of infinity has always bothered me. Nothing can be endless. Not because of any scientific principle, but because I can’t realize it in my head. Everything should have limits. That’s how we make sense of things.
I finally gave up walking and turned around. I wondered how far I’d walked. Too far.
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