Beach thoughts.
I’m lying on the beach, thinking about love.
About pain, about joy.
And about this contradictory feeling of being both fulfilled and lost at the same time.
While I’m lost in my thoughts, I read:
In June 2025, over 1,000 barrels of nuclear waste were discovered on the seafloor of the North Atlantic.
They were dumped between the 1950s and 1980s by European countries like the UK and France.
Estimates suggest that up to 200,000 barrels may lie there, some at depths of 5,000 meters.
Since 1993, the deliberate dumping of radioactive waste into the ocean has been banned.
And yet, in August 2023, Japan began releasing treated radioactive water from Fukushima into the Pacific.
Wars, disasters, collapse every single day brings new headlines of destruction.
And me? I’m thinking about vacation.
I can’t shake this image: Me, seemingly narcissistic, lying on the beach while the world behind me goes down in flames.
But is it really narcissism?
Or maybe self-protection, a final attempt to feel something a grain of sand, in the middle of all this waste?
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