Windborne Pilgrims

Lanzarote, Canary Islands

Famara, swept by the spring winds, captured handheld, uncomposed, on the move. Salt and sand in the air. Surfing until bodies give in. No scenario. No plan. No regrets at all. What we call the smell of the ocean is dimethyl sulfide. In our heads, we made up everything else. There is no magic, no nostalgia, no fate. Only chemistry and the wind. Give it all the love you’ve got.

Chapter of Vastness:

You’ve been listening to Carl Sagan

reading from his 1994 book

"Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space"

Thank you, friends, for being part of this: Andrey, Garo, Gerry, Mariano, Maui, Umberto, and the entire team of Red Star Surf.

Nos vemos en el agua, guys. Forever young.

DETACHED ASTRONAUTS
Filmed by Anait Sagoyan

Music:
DaniHaDani "Don’t Look Back"
Bottega Baltazar "Berlin"
Ziv Moran "Born in the River"
Kobi Lilian "Lost for Words"
Jane's Party "Cigarette Buzz"

April 2026

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