I stumbled upon a strip of sand called “More Beach” a couple of years ago. Black sand. Surfing kids. A shrine. Many families in the evenings. Little taverns. Fishing boats. A happy place. And good for experimenting with taking photos. Which is just a game.
I will need to leave Bali soon. Too many memories here. I need to be in a place where nothing happened to me before. No good, no bad. This place is now too full of ghosts. Hauntingly beautiful. Could have been my home, but simply not meant to be.