My family took me to Mazatlán this school break, and it was the first time I’d ever gone. We went in the low tourist season, so often the beach was almost completely empty. The wind was so strong on the waves that it was actually a bit dangerous to go too much into the ocean, and the waves crazily beat against each other sometimes, swallowing each other up. At night I could hear them crashing violently, and a child-like part of me wondered if they’d come up and eat the beach whole. I think this photo expresses this crazy cymbal-like sonority of the Mazatlán sea.