1997. The year in which the tide started to go out. If we go back, and listen closely, there is a chance that we may find the thing that we need. The thing that will sustain us, in this time between times. As the two-up coins land Ones. Ones. Ones. As the Leviathan allows us to glimpse but the tip of its tail, or just the point of the spur upon its brow. Know that it coasts just below the surface, and lithely contemplates the break.
