I created a small sea of color — a sea marked on no map, appearing in no legend. I float in it, not knowing whether I have drowned or been set free. The colors are submerged; the leaves have turned to gold. The sun beats beneath the water, and the shadow of red trees trembles within it. Someone has left their color behind here! I wish this war would end. If the world comes to its end, carry me to the sea, and leave me there. I am drowning in this cubic solitude.