Josephine is now aboard her very own Titanic, a tall ship of extra-terrestrial dimensions, heading at full speed for the looming iceberg on the horizon. Sailing high and low through the diffident waves, no one aboard knows the real meaning of the coming iceberg, lost as they all are in the sea fog... No one ever knows the real meaning of any experience. Experiences exist only to be renacted ad infinitum. No one knows what this iceberg is made of. It could be real ice, it could be only the ghost of a non-existing ice-wall, a figment of their collective mind. It could well be that Josephine very own Titanic will sail through with resounding success... And that it was all vain fears. But it could also be the final crash, the ultimate encounter. It could be that it wont be sink or swim.
Only sink.
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