TRASH WAVES
I went to Bali with the same illusion as everyone, to find a paradise where I could drive my scooter so as not to think about my problems. I imagined diving into that ocean wishing trouble would fall away from me. And yes, I'm not going to lie, it worked. The energy of the place is impressive and like no other. I thought that it is because of how little this place is contaminated by capitalism and consumption, there is something in the people who were born there: for the first time in my life I saw in the eyes of the locals the innocence preserved in a very adult age. I saw people in their 40s playing in the ocean as if they were 8. For the first time I could hear the silence.I thought that maybe that innocence comes from what I could vulgarly explain as "lack of order" or lack of that education we have so imposed by the Western world. At some point that lack of order was evident. Local people (and I imagine tourist either, of course) are not somehow "indocrinated" (educated) to not throw garbage on the ground, beaches, seas, oceans, forests.
This is how finally, seeking to fulfill my idealistic dream of living in a movie, found myself going for a boat ride to the Blue Lagoon (the one in Bali, not the one in Fiji with Brooke Shields and Christopher Atkins) but still.
Surprisingly, I found myself looking at the open ocean, where waves of gray broke on the shore, releasing garbage with each impact. I found myself standing in front of the beach and waiting for the sunset to give way to the night, to bring the darkness and turn the light off of that chaotic scene.
