In the cosmic sea of bureaucratic randomness, a piece of wood without land claims a title: "The Driftwood." Not by might or by naval superior expertise, but by a simplified bureaucratic process — float and move.
Furniture that becomes ferrous with the salt of endless tides.
Here is where the mantle of grandiosity descends, dubbed unnecessarily majestic by undesirable marine policies. Tied to imaginary roots, floating alters of civilization scatter by random currents marked only by undefined map lines.
Shall we gather to honor wood making maritime voyages against written rationality? A ritual involving neither tree nor saw, a salute to commandeered passage overseen by wind and whim.
That you may explore the rich tapestry scattered among the waves at Beach Logs Mythos or pursue deeper existential drift with Bark Adventure Manifesto.