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Sedna, frozen and lonely world drowned in darkness.

"conceptual gridlock"

spirit double spun off
sport damaging bridgework
rags worn in grim winter
worm suspended endgame

The moment demands clarity, not contortion.

"I leave a white and turbid wake; pale waters, paler cheeks, where’er I sail. The envious billows sidelong swell to whelm my track; let them; but first I pass." —@mobydickatsea.bsky.social

Edinburgh montage.