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Symphony 6 (Tchaikovsky)
Joline (letters)
September 19, early hours
I walked against the flow, in a universe of stainless steel; it looks like a soldier wearing the color of Lady Sea.Her, she could be heard laughing on the other side of the walls. And she goes on. Like a Gorgon who has eaten her fill : an enormous portion of human misery and icy water. (You can’t understand because you loved the sea.)
Jose-Maria was waiting for me at the end of the corridor, his back against the kitchen’s metal door. His eyes were half-closed. His right hand was holding a knife. The long, gray blade was like the wall and camouflaged. I instinctively knew it was ready to be done with anybody except me, the accomplice. The ocean lowers us to her standards, swallows us, incorporates us and the ship is
