chasing after secrets and the darkness of the ocean on a voyage toward plastic horizons where vague connections are always out of reach and hopes are not deployed before the storm arrives and the alarm command starts to rouse the last illusions to stand up and put life jackets on looking to each other for help
Once I was at the equator
trying to slice the Earth in half along the dotted line but someone held my hand and said: "If you do that, friend, water will fall into the void, and then our submarine won't have any place to dive."