The neverending solitude and sadness underlying all interactions.
The painful emanations from the past rising from its grounds and surrounding all beings like a misty fog.
Enveloping all the brave souls and their amazing powers of pretense of lightness and brightness. I feel. Envy.
The capitalistic marvel who's profit margins from its dutiful oceans never wanes, but still wails silently.
The story of activity, active multi-tasking, busy-bodies, and conversations. All to mask, as they clasp their loved ones with the smile of a thousand deaths and a thousand more.
This fortification below the sea, to not see, yet the sea may come anyway. One day.
To live in your own aptly named Netherlands. In the Netherworld we all live.
I weep for you. For us. For the clarity within you, should be the clarity we all should see. So we could clasp as tightly as you, and not let go.