Like a river, down, down, to the big, blue, deep sea. In swift motions or freak jumps, snake in the water, flowing with the current. Taking the trip by train so you can enjoy the landscape, beautiful sculptures slowly chiselled by the unknown author. Finding that when you finally stop talking and listen instead, the world is full of colours and flavours. The beast in the throat wouldn't allow to hear it, wouldn't allow to see the unfiltered, untamed wonder of the simple being.