Different tenses and perspectives offer you different things. It helps to distinguish the world that they are in.

The end of the world begins in the sea we love.

For every moment the sea is peace and relief, there is another when it shivers and stirs to become chaos. It's just as ready to claim as it is to offer.

It's dark already and I'm out here again, talking, telling the story to the quiet night.

It's sadness coming on like the old days, the vast seamless hopeless weight of sadness looking for a place to rest.

Surviving is the strongest memory I have; the sense of having walked on water.

It's terrifying to think you can remember things you shouldn't possibly be able to. It's like that childhood fear of having your soul slip from your body in your sleep. The darkness, those black sheets of glass sliding over you, upping the pressure, pushing you through the time and space and story.