We Are The Company of The Nameless and Lonely And They Tell Us We Are Depressed


We are floating on the sea with arms spread in a gesture of surrendering ourselves to the heavens. Our eyes are fixed at the patches of blue sky above. There are sailing boats around us, but there is no wind, they are still and meaningless. The men manning them have hollow, empty sockets for eyes. But they never wish to see; they only want to wait for the wind, and we do not exist to them.

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