The sirens' strain
by Andrea Adriani
A man blindfolded and tied up to a ship mast. Two companions at the oars.
The boat of life, rather than a sturdy hull, seems more likely as a wreck without sails and helm, floating on a sea out of space and time, in a distressing and motionless drift towards far-off and unreachable dockings, different for each of the three seamen.