Blow, Deep, Blow

IN HIS EARLIEST DREAMS AND IN THE DEEPEST INSIGHTS OF CHILDHOOD, before he collected his first arabesque-filled shells and dismantled jellyfish in the long morning walks at Moss Landing, Doe knew that the deep sea wasn’t a uniform, indistinct mass of water. He sensed it concealed powerful undersea currents, huge tunnels and corridors, crowded lanes, small alleys and colossal intersections of spacious liquid roads. As the airman who dwells in the sky, Doe dreamed, one day man would be able to know and to control the ascendant and descendant breezes that blow under the rough, deceitful surface of the oceans. Below the superficial currents that navigators have known for centuries, there would be deeper ones, subtler and infinitely richer in secrets. As he gazed at the lonely shores, with the thirsty surf endlessly washing his feet and legs, Doe tortured himself dreaming that there would be more below, much more, shrouded by miles of sticky water, the freezing abyss and the absolute darkness.

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O primeiro parágrafo de uma história de que não me lembro mais nada e da qual não resta mais do que isso. Lembro apenas que escrevi em 1998 depois de ter lido The Universe Below. Não tenho certeza, mas espero que tivesse um monstro. Em inglês no original.

The first paragraph from a story I don’t remember anything else about. Written in 1998 under de influence of The Universe Below. Here’s hoping there was a monster in it.