Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.

Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila.

Through all the windows I only see infinity.

For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won't understand why or how.

Here then - the after math of meaning. A liftime finished between the space of two frames.

I will walk heavy, and I will walk strange.

Back on shore everyone was pretty messed up, but the owner/captain was by far the worst off. He ended up drunk for a week, though the only thing he ever said was "So?" The boat's gone. "So?" Your mate's dead. "So?" Hey at least you're alive. "So?" An awful word but it does harden you. It hardened me.