the deep

entrance

these articulations were not lost on me. in fact, the idea that we were allowed to cross the stones with only a handrail, and sometimes not even that, added to the wild freedom i was beginning to taste. and so, exploring our way along the length of the island, we came to the heart of it, the deep and dark and mysterious fingal's cave. you stand there listening to the breath of the atlantic, and think of odysseus, distracted, seduced, enchanted, delaying his return to ithaca by ten years, and you finally get it. it felt like the beginning of the world.