We find ourselves, anchored to the fulcrum of Archimedes, our vessel poised in stillness upon the point of equilibrium. While about our axis planetary clockwork beats in systolic rhythm, pumping salt sea through hydraulic passages - sounds and oceans, straits and channels, veins and arteries - we pause,
disconnected from the mainspring of the world.
At Anchor
At Anchor
At Anchor
We find ourselves, anchored to the fulcrum of Archimedes, our vessel poised in stillness upon the point of equilibrium. While about our axis planetary clockwork beats in systolic rhythm, pumping salt sea through hydraulic passages - sounds and oceans, straits and channels, veins and arteries - we pause, disconnected from the mainspring of the world.