It took Something Somethingivić seven minutes to drown, the night he stepped out of the cabin of the Tanets to relieve himself and was swept into the roiling ocean: the seven longest minutes of his life. He knew he was going to drown; maybe he always had known he would drown; but he decided to drown slowly, to drown with intent, to drown in his own good time.
— Mar 22, 2026 02:25PM
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