the water keeps no love
little squidlet, open your mouth underwater. if the sea, brine and salt. if a river, mineral and salmon. empty your mind, clear as the water, just be sure not to dive too deep. when the boat sinks, the fishermen will hug tightly, knowing the water keeps no love.
blessed are they, when you do not envelop them definitively in your bubbling folds, to go and see, without railway, in your aquatic entrails, how are the fish, and especially how they are themselves. The man said, "i am more intelligent than the ocean." it is possible, it is true enough; but the ocean is more formidable to him than he is to the ocean: that is what it is not necessary to prove.
β le comte de lautrΓ©amont, les chants de maldoror