14 months at sea with lifetimes to go. constant staring contests with the horizon leave irises bleached and dreams lucid. 3 chipped mugs full of spiced oriental firewater a day. 16 trunks full of 43% clothes and 57% moths. 5 blank paged books. except for the 1 sentence.
'dark is filled with card games with ghosts and light with coffee ground messages and whale toothed smiles.'
turn every bone in your body around. don't look back. eventually the ship will disintegrate due to high percentages or salt in the water.
then.
you can stop.
