txt: blues

There are reasons why a man would clear the land.

He's starved for food, or he's hungry for money.

But I'm not a man, and I'm not hungry. I have no use for timber, my fortunes are plentiful.

Instead, I leave the land as it is, and keep myself at a reasonable distance.

A distance great enough to muffle the sound of the rushing water.

I am haunted by the water.