Narrative
North America

Nicaragua, like the water after which it is named, is ever and always changing without end. Its giant lakes become stormy seas become a tranquil glasslike calm. Bright technicolour daylight burns into golden sunsets then to twinkling moon filled starlight. Sorrow and pain dissolve and fade into redemption like aspirin in a glass.

Nicaragua, like the water after which it is named, is ever and always changing without end. Its giant lakes become stormy seas become a tranquil glasslike calm. Bright technicolour daylight burns into golden sunsets then to twinkling moon filled starlight. Sorrow and pain dissolve and fade into redemption like aspirin in a glass.

Nicaragua

Underneath the water a darker vision lingers like a trapped shark. Strange statues litter the forests on deserted jungle islands. Part man, part animal, part monster. They speak of unspeakable acts and slowly die, choked and eroded by creepers and vines into forgotten abstract shapes.
Birth comes from death and along the shore mermaids emerge from the ocean who become girls become women. Volcanoes froth and seethe turning from deadly destroyers to hot mineral cultivators. Colours are animals, a monkey becomes a mirror and a fish becomes a sacrifice. Hunger is sated for a while.
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