What do I see? A swimming pool jump board. A very, very long board that stretches out into the black black sea. The waves crash against the nothingness, black on black, fading into the void. It’s the chasm. It’s back -- but it’s taken form: the very, very real of black waters tiding, an oh-so-futile effort to climb back up against the cliff stones. But no, they just stare. The water splashes into hands, arms, grieving, reaching to pander up. Millions of hands, reaching out with ache, each bas...