Nothing I can do anymore, the sea’s madness brings flotsam to my proverbial door now, but nothing of sense, unless you’re counting darkened driftwood.

I quietly have the new answers, but you wouldn’t be interested; would you expect driftwood to have anyway. Turn it into art, amazing the results you can achieve sometimes; just don’t expect that art to then achieve anything, they’ll still hate it and infer you’re wrong, on some very ingrained principle.

Beyond all caring, yet here I am giving it a go; well, given the real structure of reality that I presume is out there somewhere still, they do have to adhere to at least some rules and regs to still exist.

I don’t know why society can no longer be counted as reasonable individuals, but the sea, the sea.