The Fig Tree

Time-power

"I am who I am with you"

I hate the sea. The waves, the rolling oysters that sometimes get stuck in their hard shell, the color of the fish;
I hate the library, the ship, the deck, everything related to this sea.
But I have been friends with the compass for some time.
He says: Sometimes you hear a clicking sound, then you get scared and wake up, now I don't know if you were sleeping or not, but it is the sound of shells, they are following us, everyone is following you, but you don't know, you run, time comes behind you when you stand, what, do you expect it to stand too? No, kid, it is ahead of you in such a way that it doesn't even leave a footprint behind, I chose my job in this ship, on these sheets of straw, I will connect north to south and east to west so much that time will tire of me. What about you, ratchet? What did you choose on the battle field of time-power?

He is smart. When I talk to him, it's as if the pieces of me that Jason was scrutinizing me to find sink into my soles and declare life.
It seems to keep the cracker shells and the frustration of France away from me.

<With you, I am what I am, a poor pen, a futile attempt at survival.>