My Swimming Trunks Have Been Sucked Off May 2026

If there’s a moral to be extracted, it’s not about preparation or shame. It’s about the thinness of the boundary we treat as sacred. Clothes, for all their weight, are negotiable. The current is not mean; it’s just indifferent. And in that indifference there’s a kind of permission to be unexpectedly small and to laugh, loudly, at the world and at yourself.