Written by Jacob Ibrag
Taking in a deep breath, he slowly woke from another dreamless
night. Remaining flat on his back, he stared at a smiling cloud and
reciprocated. This place didn’t feel familiar and yet he felt right at
home. Sailing had been in his blood for generations, it only made
sense that the calm followed him whenever he touched water.
Getting up on his rested feet and standing firmly upon the canoe,
he was dumbfounded. Somehow, the water had turned into a broken
sea of mirrors in every direction. Clenching his eyes shut and
pinching himself, he wanted to make sure he wasn’t still sleeping.
As the canoe drifted forward, the glass below continued to shatter
until he had finally reached land. Seeing a woman in the distance,
he ran towards her to ask about the place. All of his years in the
water, he had never heard of an island surrounded by mirrors.
Before he could say a word, she held up the universal hand sign
for stop, ‘you aren’t supposed to be here! Turn your boat around
and leave while it’s still allowed.’ Confused by her temperament,
he needed to ask, ‘where in God’s green Earth are we? What is
this place?’ Taking a few precautionary steps back, she
whispered, ‘what the hell is Earth?’
Photography by Erik Johansson