26 January

The swooning and marauding stopeth not the change of guards
On top of the highlands some such guards shall sing
On the midlands they shall clamor
On the ocean bottom they shall feed with the flatfish among the vents

25 January

Start ye your day in the east, yet end your day in the west. And taketh the zenith as yours, to rest and nourish thine self.
Heed the warning blanketed in the fate of those dwelling in the north and in the south, and share not thine zenith with them.

23 January

While boisterous bellflowers scrape our skies, may the ice shavings pepper us with cold spices. But at the end of the horizon, let us see not only the tip of the iceberg, but also the center of the waterlands.