“Bodysurfing is inherently masochistic and forever blessed, or cursed, to remain the domain of the type of twisted mind that can look at a shallow, wind-torn, close-out and think, ‘Time to play.’” In this ode to bodysurfing, author Rory Parker dissects the “worth”, or beautiful lack thereof, of lodging saltwater and sand into his sinuses in the name of fun. Read “Pointless Beauty: The Art of Bodysurfing” on The Cleanest Line.
