interprets of Move 1 — The body as a sealed flask of the old sea.
Our blood is salt at nearly the concentration of an ancient ocean. We did not so much leave the sea as enclose a portion of it and carry it inland, in us.
What the Salt Remembers
Tears, the tide, and a pinch in warm bread are the same water. A short meditation on salt as the body's memory of the sea.
echoes of Move 2 — The sea indifferent, and us made of it.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll!
Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
illustrates of Move 3
grounds of Move 4 — As the tide pool dries, it concentrates the whole sea into a white rind.
transposes of Move 5 — A tear and a tide pool leave behind the same crystal.
Grief works the same arithmetic. It evaporates the day and leaves a residue you can taste. Salt is simply what remains when the water is taken away.
concludes of Move 1 — From the lattice, back to the wave.
So we salt the bread to remember, and the sea keeps our share on deposit until we give it back.
The dialogue is concluded
Every tear is a small returning of the sea.