Caught in a Riptide

Thoughts on Deconstruction

I was once caught in a riptide, pulled beneath churning Atlantic waters by an invisible current that sent my knees crashing into coarse sand and broken shells. Acrid water stung my eyes and flooded my nose and mouth. With every tumble, I could see the dry land mere feet away; umbrellas and sand castles and people who had no idea I was struggling. Each p…