The insecurities of the lonely mariner remind one of the vermilions that inhabit all of our hearts. The contraband emotions of this diaphoretic plane of existence allow justification for isolation and eradication. The theoretical charlatans of these times beg answers to seemingly obvious questions about his mountainous temporal expanse. Vendors of fish and snake oils transmit directly into our homes where they ask the mute and lame to join them in song and dance. The answers to the questions of a false prophet lie all around, in the miraculous emptiness of
creation. We are all afloat.