The Atlantic Ocean

Timezone: UTC-2.

Numerous pleasant conversations today, some with surprising discoveries. Yet, I don't really have much to report on. I will state that the ocean is really tumultuous today, but so is my longing, which means we're not underwater and I still exist.

For that was the gist of that article, written evidently by a man who not only knows but understands – a thing (let me remark in passing) much rarer than one would expect, because the sort of understanding I mean is inspired by love; and love, though in a sense it may be admitted to be stronger than death, is by no means so universal and so sure. In fact, love is rare – the love of men, of things, of ideas, the love of perfected skill. For love is the enemy of haste; it takes count of passing days, of men who pass away, of a fine art matured slowly in the course of years and doomed in a short time to pass away too, and be no more. Love and regret go hand in hand in this world of changes swifter than the shifting of the clouds reflected in the mirror of the sea.
Joseph Conrad, “The Mirror of the Sea”