I've always been living beside waters.
The Victoria Harbour, the Solent, the Wear.
And the Troubled Water.
I live on this side, and the thing is on the other side.
I've never touched it, never seen it.
But I used to believe it really exists.
Does it?
Is the other side of the Water even reachable?
Everyday - I try and I try and I try -
But everybody wants to put me down
They say I'm goin' crazy
They say I got a lot of water in my brain
Got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe
I jumped into the Water, and then got drowned - again and again and again.
Either I'm crazy, or super-crazy.
Why am I still alive?
Then I was woken up.
It was only a dream.
You can be disappointed in me, but I am too tired for it.
The thing is dying, if not already dead.
It's like the Schrödinger's cat. You never know. Because you can never open the box.
Or you open the box, only to discover that the cat is dead but still convince yourself it's alive?
Why did you wake me up?
Oh right. I asked for it. I thought you could stop my fall.
I thought I could find, or build the Bridge.
But no.
And now I prefer living in darkness.
Hello, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again.
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