I hate seasonal gradients. When does summer really end? Autumn is not so bad, but i wish the seasons were more discrete. Then the slow realisation that you can’t swim in the ocean anymore wouldn’t burn so long.

I once gave blood to a geriatric nurse. The needle slowly – very slowly, still going, still going inside your skin, deep needle, slowly stinging – going into your arm. And then the tourniquet is removed and the blood slowly leaves your body; creeping, evacuating the veins of your arm, your heart pumping slower, forcing out the liquid, feeling it leave, a dull pain, the click of each plastic canister as they are filled up.

As well as despising seasonal gradients, i am also against bodily liquid extraction gradients. I think gradients are inherent to torture. Without having gradual pain applied consistently torture does not exist. Gradient is over (if you want it). Act discretely.

Photo from yesterday, “last” beach trip of the summer organized by Mr. Oliver Watson (HERE). Mark Drew also took great photos, please check his flickr HERE for a more realistic vision of the day. Above, Oliver is walking to jump from a rock into the sea. That is a relatively discrete action, a excellent choice of direct action against gradients in my opinion. Last time Oliver jumped off this rock the spine from a sea urchin went deep inside his foot. It went in very quick but took a long time to get the spine back out. A young Japanese couple in wetsuits came to help. Later they would put on snorkels, take spear fishing guns, swim far out, shoot a large fish, come back, gut the fish, make a fire and eat it during a nice sunset. Although i have never eaten fish before, i was incredibly jealous of their actions.