Salt Water Vaccine

The world apparently is really a sick patient. We can deny that disease plagues this world. Most diseases provide physical discomfort for the infected person. Small African villages without water filtration, for example, have infestations of ginny worms. The worms when digested, grow inside the body and then pierce through the skin to crawl out. They carry puss and blood out with them while leaving what looks like bullet holes behind. Why this disgusting imagery and pain?
The world isn't perfect. We suffer from physical pain, certainly. But worse, we all suffer from inner turmoil. The highs and lows stick out in our mind and would easily be slapped down into a photo album if our memory could become colorful pages.
This depression, sad thoughts, bad times, low times, or whatever word we apply to it is a critical part of life. I watch my friends sit silent in chairs, unresponsive and contemplative. They remind me of myself. How the world doesn't understand me, and I don't understand it. A solution would be good now, but none comes so soon. I'm hit by this pain and lay down as if in a hospital bed to recover.

Below are the photographic diseases that afflict me and come without solutions in my life.

1. baseball gloves
2. arguments
3. awards/trophies
4. photo albums
5. certainty
6. golf
7. materialism
8. forts
9. playgrounds
10. safes

It may seem like a random list, but yes these things remind me of those low points in life. Most come from childhood or depression, but its important that I at least mention them. Life has this oral tradition, a story-telling phenomena to it. We are drained by the telling of stories, and in return the stories heal us and others.
It calls to A Place Where the Sea Remembers... where we listen to the stories of the Mexican villagers. We are consumed in their depths, as the characters mirror our own strife. We think of our lives, our experiences, and most importantly our diseases. Listening or reading, then, becomes a cathartic dip into a salty sea that burns and heals our wounds.