When Din and I first met, I wanted to get a tattoo on my back of underwater. Din obligingly tried to understand what I meant. I said what I meant was, what I would see if were I a sea turtle. Not some corny tableaux of smiling starfish and undulating seaweed, but the murkiness and crispness of the ocean, the blue and the green and gray and the bubbles of it, the cold of it, the life in it, the fear in it. We went to a few tattoo shops around SF, but I didn't really want the tattoo of the sea on me, I wanted to be in the sea. I always have and always will. Then today, I saw this.
Well, yes, that would be it. It's a still from Werner Herzog's new film, Encounters at the End of the World, which opens today in New York. Here's Dargis's review. And here's the trailer. I long to see the whole thing.