If you Google “sad beach” in the images search you’ll get a lot of black and white pictures with people rolling around in the sand (related searches: alone beach, lonely beach). There was also one picture of a beached whale that really did feel sad.
It’s funny though that when I think of a visual for feeling sad, I think about a beach. “What about a desert?” I ask myself. “That’s actually sad. All barren and dead.” No, a beach. “Not even outer space? Outer space is really cold and there’s no sound…” No, still thinking of a beach. Besides, beaches in Northern California are cold. “An astronaut wouldn’t think that they’re cold.” What do you know?
And I can make myself laugh because I’m crazy or high on Sharpie and I can forget why I’m sad for a few seconds. Then I feel guilty about it because it’s stupid. Or maybe feeling guilty about it is stupid. I don’t know.
I just know that it never gets easier to lose someone. I can never put words around it, so I’ll use someone else’s.
“I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend… I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don’t last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend…”
-Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol: 7: Brief Lives