​Indigon entered his ears as beauty. She entered his nose as joy, his blackness became iridescent and he began to smell the pine and hear the night birds.

Drifting, sinking, scattering, Indigon dispersed in the grey dead ocean. White coral skeletons creaked and broke apart. The rusting vessels of enormous fighting ships lay cracked and partially buried in the silt of the fine sand….....

In his mind he was composing sound pieces from his dream life, Last night was awful.