This is a photograph of me shouting my obscenities. nUnderwater, no one can hear you. nWhen did I come up for air? nIs a part of me still down there distorting, becoming something new? nThe people that we used to be are waiting for us underneath, but if we dive into the black, when we surface we just come back alone. nMargaret Atwood I confess, I’m drowning like all the rest. nMy lungs are slowly changing shape. nThis is not a ship to sail, it’s the belly of a whale, and I know this time we can’t escape. nThe people that we’ll be someday watch us sink beneath the waves, and when there’s only water left, I’ll kick my feet and hold my breath. nIn the deep dark, we all go blind, and let the moon make up our minds. nAlone.