The world is empty with consolers and managers.
And, yet, we are all water.
“Only water can endow complete solitude
akin to the stars akin to the silence of dismantled skies
to scorch time to fill rubies
and to create the past out of that which has not arrived yet
it can impersonate all that is not and be a wall
but it cannot imitate itself
it is quite simple in that regard
it is the stock of dreams and deaths and all possible
(from the poem “Ode to Water” by Branko Miljković, translated by me)