Self-Portrait presto

A submerged face, latent, despite the tension between air escaping out the nostrils and water gradually seeping in. Like two conflicting elements in a single body—a struggle experienced internally, in weightless time. Then eyes that finally open, renewing hope of seeing the head emerge from water. Getting some air. Something like a dream of waking up, maybe. Features are then obliterated in the waves, the better to dissolve one’s being.