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Watching footage of the search for AirFrance and the recovery operations for its black box, I realized that there's something truly terrifying about dying in water.
I mean, I love the ocean. Diving, swimming, snorkeling, the smell of salty wind. Boats - who the hell doesn't like boats? But, there's just something nightmarish about the vastness of those billion tons of water. Or the darkness. Or maybe I've just seen Ghost Ship or Titanic too many times.
There seems to be a certain 'lost' quality about a watery grave. I mean, being eaten is better. Shark attack, giant squid, the Kraken - all that jazz is much more welcomed because then at least you're immediately going back into the energy cycle. Which is way better than the idea of dying in a wreck, buried beneath a billion tons of water, suspended or floating lifelessly in the darkness.
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Martina.
Tina. Marty. Marts.
TiniTinyTina!
An iTram.
An 'IT' ram. (the jay chou of sheep)
celestial beings.
8:52 PM, Sunday, June 07, 2009
WaterWatching footage of the search for AirFrance and the recovery operations for its black box, I realized that there's something truly terrifying about dying in water.
I mean, I love the ocean. Diving, swimming, snorkeling, the smell of salty wind. Boats - who the hell doesn't like boats? But, there's just something nightmarish about the vastness of those billion tons of water. Or the darkness. Or maybe I've just seen Ghost Ship or Titanic too many times.
There seems to be a certain 'lost' quality about a watery grave. I mean, being eaten is better. Shark attack, giant squid, the Kraken - all that jazz is much more welcomed because then at least you're immediately going back into the energy cycle. Which is way better than the idea of dying in a wreck, buried beneath a billion tons of water, suspended or floating lifelessly in the darkness.
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