As the tide washed in, the Dutch tulip man faced the ocean.
“Conjoiner, rejoinder, poisoner, concealer, revelator. Look at it
Rising up and rising down, taking everything with it.”
“What’s that?” Anna asked.
“Water,” the Dutchman said. “Well, and time.”
—Peter Van Houten, An Imperial Affliction
Exile Vilify- The National
Does it feel like a trial?
Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine?