The first time I tasted fear
was in the ocean.
It seems such a silly fear
but once you are in there
you understand.
That feeling that there is
something underneath you
but you cannot see for the life of you.
It makes you itch all over. You
cannot get out fast enough.
Venice could be eaten by
the water-dwelling creatures
at any time, by you, but
we, humans, would never
see it happen.
We would ask in years to come
"What is Venice? Was it a goddess?
Another name for Mother Earth?"
Because everything is lost to the dirt.
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 11:40 AM UTC
The first time I tasted fear
was in the ocean.
It seems such a silly fear
but once you are in there
you understand.
That feeling that there is
something underneath you
but you cannot see for the life of you.
It makes you itch all over. You
cannot get out fast enough.
Venice could be eaten by
the water-dwelling creatures
at any time, by you, but
we, humans, would never
see it happen.
We would ask in years to come
"What is Venice? Was it a goddess?
Another name for Mother Earth?"
Because everything is lost to the dirt.
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