Tragic, really. I wake up each day and face the unbearable burden of paradise.
The sea stretches out like a postcard no one asked for.
A gentle breeze slaps me in the face with salt and serenity. I take my American-made Epic kayak—you know, one of those capitalist luxuries I heroically snatched before someone wrapped it in a tariff and called it patriotism—and I paddle my poor, sun-soaked body 10 to 12 kilometres. Sometimes I even stop.
You know, to suffer through a swim in crystal water or examine coral that doesn’t even know it’s part of my wellness journey.
I’ve lost just over 10 kilos, and none of it muscle. I know, alert the tabloids. I do this six times a week—when I am not boxing, working, or experiencing the cruel injustice of looking at my own private beach. Life is hard when the view refuses to be mediocre.
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Apr 10, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1910176742070976894?t=g9JnmcRGaWpQYKLfkrnkRw&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2828
The sea stretches out like a postcard no one asked for.
A gentle breeze slaps me in the face with salt and serenity. I take my American-made Epic kayak—you know, one of those capitalist luxuries I heroically snatched before someone wrapped it in a tariff and called it patriotism—and I paddle my poor, sun-soaked body 10 to 12 kilometres. Sometimes I even stop.
You know, to suffer through a swim in crystal water or examine coral that doesn’t even know it’s part of my wellness journey.
I’ve lost just over 10 kilos, and none of it muscle. I know, alert the tabloids. I do this six times a week—when I am not boxing, working, or experiencing the cruel injustice of looking at my own private beach. Life is hard when the view refuses to be mediocre.
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Apr 10, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1910176742070976894?t=g9JnmcRGaWpQYKLfkrnkRw&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2828
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