Dear 100 Hour Board,
What's the last thing you would do on a formerly deserted (and soon to be once again deserted) island, upon rescue?
-Swimming with the Fishes
Fill a glass bottle with sand.
Gaze dejectedly at the wreckage from my final attempt to escape strewn across the rocky beach. As the last of my fading energy dissipates into the cold air, I'll lift my starved eyes up to the sky one last time before the encroaching blackness from the corners of my vision envelops me.
~Now angelically, Anathema