...silently i'm sinking; one man crew on this ship of fools,
No sky, no stars to guide it on it's course.

This vessel called Vicarious, impaled and slowly tilting
in an under current that shows no remorse...
“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
— Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
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