d i r e c t i o n

There is an empty bottle, floating in the sea, going where the waves carry. Sometimes a gigantic wave will carry it high into the air, and it’ll feel exhilarated. Sometimes a gigantic wave will dash it down under into the depths of the sea, where darkness and depression overwhelms. But because an empty bottle is light and almost weightless, it will always find its way to the surface, floating once again in and out of the waves, with no direction, just going where the current takes. Until maybe one day, it will either be dashed into a million pieces on a rock, or the currents will carry it to a shore.