Sailors always want to go back to the(ir) wild seas believed they can cope with in their (Heming)way and meet and feed demon and friend to treasure land -for some or wreck shore -for others leaving mythical tales and iconic traces over rushing waves covering the sunken pasts at the silent depths
From conception to end shaped by elements caged by their mean(ing)s and blindfixed by knowlegde through not so at random coincidences in darkness and fears embracing an obscure painseeking a stubborn longing for a deafening exitation to a transcendant daze a state and place, lasting until the passion for unresolved aims hasn't to be explained anymore … Into an undefined fate (faith) of the sailor In anyone