Everything ever thrown away, every feeling suppressed, every memory forgotten, it all ends up at the bottom of the ocean. Beneath the waves and the current, at the cold dark bottom The Leviathan wanders aimlessly collecting the memories, traumas, and feelings from the world above as little grains of sand.…

From a severed point painfully gently venerable hoar drops shades of rime splinter of opaque written words unmoor   Timer