We are all bodies of water, with pumped-up vulnerabilities, leaking, sponging, sloshing, dripping, sipping. But these days, my body of water is mostly feeling like a liquid hot mess.

I worry that we carrier bags are forgetting how to hold things. In the English language, “to be at sea” is an idiom that suggests that you are discombobulated or confused. You have lost your bearings. To be alive as bodies of water, in these times, some of us might feel tetherless. But what if for others, tetherless was another way to say: getting free?