{"id":52780,"title":"The Sea Has No Memory of You","description":"...","content":"<p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/asmbhg8oykb6iivi3lbglvi6bkzq1xhfm36ov0pcyofjfiom.jpeg.jpeg?w=1140&amp;project=lost-campitos-211159&amp;v=2\" alt=\"asmbhg8oykb6iivi3lbglvi6bkzq1xhfm36ov0pcyofjfiom.jpeg.jpeg?w=1140&amp;project=lost-campitos-211159&amp;v=2\" \/><\/p><p>We stood where the land<\/p><p>loses its patience,<\/p><p>on that trembling line<\/p><p>between permanence<\/p><p>and undoing.<\/p><p><\/p><p>Rushing,<\/p><p>retreating into itself.<\/p><p>Nothing new,<\/p><p>only everything<\/p><p>that ever mattered.<\/p><p><\/p><p>I thought of you<\/p><p>swimming in that sea,<\/p><p>all that pale determination<\/p><p>in your limbs.<\/p><p><\/p><p>I watched from the edge,<\/p><p>as readers do,<\/p><p>pretending participation<\/p><p>through observation.<\/p><p><\/p><p>To mistake understanding<\/p><p>for intimacy,<\/p><p>because at this distance,<\/p><p>I\u2019m the one waving.<\/p><p><\/p><p>The sea<\/p><p>has no memory of you.<\/p><p>It can only perform listening;<\/p><p>but perhaps<\/p><p>grief and forgetting are the same thing<\/p><p>when we\u2019re made of motion.<\/p><p><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/iz0nprdpnrbrofiv4mw7xqualnisaroos5ptvcbiocdmnuso.jpg.jpg?w=1140&amp;v=2\" alt=\"iz0nprdpnrbrofiv4mw7xqualnisaroos5ptvcbiocdmnuso.jpg.jpg?w=1140&amp;v=2\" \/><\/p>","urlTitle":"does-the-sea-grieve-the-breaking-wave","url":"\/blog\/does-the-sea-grieve-the-breaking-wave\/","editListUrl":"\/my-blogs","editUrl":"\/my-blogs\/edit\/does-the-sea-grieve-the-breaking-wave\/","fullUrl":"https:\/\/lostcampitos.com\/blog\/does-the-sea-grieve-the-breaking-wave\/","featured":false,"published":true,"showOnSitemap":true,"hidden":false,"visibility":null,"createdAt":1760716245,"updatedAt":1766957798,"publishedAt":1766957798,"lastReadAt":null,"division":{"id":209850,"name":"Lost Campitos"},"tags":[],"metaImage":{"original":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/re2f4actvcowc9ahva6em0fdc0rb8e8fkrpiyxw0pvllclmz.jpeg","thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/re2f4actvcowc9ahva6em0fdc0rb8e8fkrpiyxw0pvllclmz.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/re2f4actvcowc9ahva6em0fdc0rb8e8fkrpiyxw0pvllclmz.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"metaTitle":"","metaDescription":"","keyPhraseCampaignId":null,"series":[],"similarReads":[{"id":49686,"title":"I Heard That It Was Raining in the Wetlands","url":"\/blog\/i-heard-that-it-was-raining-in-the-wetlands\/","urlTitle":"i-heard-that-it-was-raining-in-the-wetlands","division":209850,"description":"Our legs remembered before we did.  Stubborn limbs, full of muscle memory and mischief, recalling that trudge through the wetlands\u2014the kind of walk that sticks to your skin, half sweat, half nostalgia.","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/dnyvvfrbpnpbyeb8pyflvazfw53wpqf6ngsc9ads8ueef65b.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/dnyvvfrbpnpbyeb8pyflvazfw53wpqf6ngsc9ads8ueef65b.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0},{"id":52650,"title":"False Friends","url":"\/blog\/false-friends\/","urlTitle":"false-friends","division":209850,"description":"...","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/hc29eatqqb4u2ggnwfgfhg7balo12louzj7hguc5mhoggnq4.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/hc29eatqqb4u2ggnwfgfhg7balo12louzj7hguc5mhoggnq4.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0},{"id":25263,"title":"That's Kind of What I Do","url":"\/blog\/thats-kind-of-what-i-do\/","urlTitle":"thats-kind-of-what-i-do","division":209850,"description":"Diane Oatley and Matteo Delred collaborate through the mediums of flash fiction and visual art.","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/sxd6gyvi0eiwo2ecvtprgexnfoxnyijervuiklqfqf96vs84.png.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/sxd6gyvi0eiwo2ecvtprgexnfoxnyijervuiklqfqf96vs84.png.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0}],"labels":[]}