Illustration for the essay, "Water, Water Everywhere", by Kristiane Huntsberger.
For a while I thought my fear was limited to the ocean, where water depth was unknowable. Unknowable things had become frightening. But why then my fear also of glittering, astringent swimming pools? The trepidation wasn’t the pounding of the surf or temperature of the water, either. It was the feeling of suspension in that airless space between the water’s surface and the theoretical ground that was unsettling. Between ground and surface, the world was a slower, heavier place where even simple movements were protracted and everything was unpredictable. There was no control in that space.