They once said the sea was a vast archive. Saltwater, the ink that writes brazenly on the skin, whispering tales of Neptune's corporate mismanagement.
The tidal waves are but bureaucracy in nature—wishing to wash all sins away, only to gather them into bureaucratic eddies.
The barnacles write manifestos on sunken ships, arguing for and against the inevitability of buoyancy in a world that thrives on gravity.