When the cruise ship in the Seventh Sea sank into the thick fog with two thousand names, and the ban on sailing covered the whimpering deep in the trench, the order of this world was quietly rusting.
The compass began to reverse, the shadow in the mirror learned to delay, and there was an unearthly light floating on the sea in the middle of the night. Some people saw shipwrecks stuck in the glassy sea water in their dreams, some found duplicate logbooks on the wallpaper of the mental hospital, some held a hot old compass and heard the sound of nails scratching the ship's plank coming from the center of the earth...
