There should be a word to describe that horrible feeling you get when you realize halfway through telling a story that it’s not as funny as you thought it was, but it’s too late to back out. So you just finish the story and everyone listening does that awkward polite laugh and then it gets quiet, so you burn your house down, fake your death, move to Chile and start a new life as a loner fisherman.
Volcanic black sand beach in Amed, Bali. The most gorgeously surreal beach I’ve ever seen. Makes you feel like you’re walking on the ashes and bones of ancient earth.