I
once had a dream, I found myself in a boat. I was an inuit fisherman
on the coast of Greenland, and my boat, it was a canoe. Suddenly, a
massive Greenland shark emerged, it appeared from the black chasm, it
arose to the surface with obtuse sloughiness, and it knocked the
canoe over: I now laid in water, the freezing water, helplessly...
and I would seemingly die from exposure to the elements: my blood
froze, my vision became the crystal of ice, my iris - a flake of snow
on the empty horizon...
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