I recently likened to the dark shadows of the place I occupy that this was once like sandcastles upon a beach, the sea a sort of hypnosis. It grew and grew into a tall, gaunt fucking frigate with full sails to the wicked wind, took me away into a place where land was lost. The evolution is exponential, and the dark vestige of logic that still exists in the eye of the storm knows the next stage is sink, yet the captain is in love with the ship from hell, has gone crazy.