Many things can be put into words. Many things cannot be put into words.

Many words can create things that never existed. Many words start to make some more of itself and creates hollow things you never wanted.

Some of those things could be communicated through the foggy bridge, across the foggy river. Play the music, share a story. We have limited means of communication, limited time, and on top of it, we're shy about opening and feeling. But we try.

Sailing through that numinous night sea.

Mothagesso.