I listened to the song with all the looping whistling in the beginning. The one named after the boat that sunk in the Atlantic.
Whenever I think about boats, I never think about who built them, how many people it took to wake up in the morning and build a boat until
this morning I thought about the night we shared a bunk on a train and you spoke about how you fall asleep in the waves. How your body becomes the wave and the next wave like
you have always been a fish and you’re only breathing on land when we share something. I remember the day I shared my favorite song with you, and you whistled all day the beginning.