I’ve been thinking about a work that can express my mental outlook from a long time.
I imagined that I was lying on a seafloor, fearless of the wind and waves.
The lights of the ship struck me, people found me – and began to laugh at me: at my nakedness, at my affectation. So I started murmuring, murmuring at the ever-changing atmosphere, at ships of the past and of the future.
