Ripples, affect after affect consuming portions of water beds and lost travelers upon gravel. Ripples that linger apart from the starting core and arrange themselves in perfect circles running outwards. Curling, folding, swelling among the tide. Stirring away from the heart of this trouble, where the rock was thrown into the deep blue sea. Piercing the boundaries of the outskirts, melting within the dirty swamps and oh so frozen slogans of icecubes. This is not a place for a simple ripple to admire the world as is, this is not a place for a ripple to be discovered. This is only another place where the ripple occurs and than vanishes, but I really hope I never see this rippling out effect ever again. These ripples were made from tears.