The might of the ocean.
The dark depths we can barely fathom.
Sometimes just peering in is a frightening thing.
What leviathans might surface for air?
More terrifying than that is the concept of all that water and darkness and cold.
When faced with something so vast, we can’t help but feel helpless.
There’s a kind of awfulness in that.
No matter how much time passes,
no matter what takes place in the interim,
there are some things we can never assign to oblivion,
memories we can never rub away. – Haruki Murakami
