Apropos of nothing, but in Russian, "Wet Wing Raven" means "deepest despair." To use a rather romantic turn of phrase, perhaps this island was the gathering point for people in the depths of that very despair. Just as the opposite of love is not hate but indifference - The opposite of hope is not despair. Apathy so strong nothing matters any more - that's the opposite of hope. The ability to forgive anything. The ability to say, "Fine," to absolutely anything at all - that is the opposite of hope. You could claim it was the ultimate end point of any and all emotions. Each of us looked at that point with envy and longing. Beyond the tides of non-interference. At the back of taboo, proud to have tied reality to an equals sign, a place maintaining a nigh-fleeting density. To reach that place requires a great sacrifice. And only one-way tickets with no guarantees are available. And yet. Even then. People have made it there. By accident - Or by design. Tedious, meaningless nonsense. And worst of all - There's more nonsense to come.
