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Stepping aboard a ship is an act of faith. You place your life in the hands of the captain and crew. You decide, actively or passively, to offer up your autonomy, and oftentimes that decision is not easily reversed.
The RMS Atlantica is steaming out into the ocean and I am the only person on board.
No seagulls. No life at all.
There is nobody in control of the ship.
I woke up this morning they were both gone. No message or note. No clothes in the wardrobe. No suitcases. Vanished into thin air.”
If we stay on this course, the first landmass we’ll hit will be the Antarctic ice shelf.”
Where there are gaps in our knowledge, we fill them with best-guess theories and philosophies of convenience.”
To stay loose and relaxed is to survive. That way you don’t crack and make a dangerous mistake.”
The only rational explanation to me is that a thousand passengers woke up in the middle of the night and quietly, solemnly, threw themselves overboard.”
Take away basic comforts and authority figures and it’s not long before people reveal their true personalities.
Looking up at these stars, we are experiencing the purest form of time travel. We’re standing here together looking back through millennia and we are experiencing ancient light.”
“Humans can survive three weeks with no food, three days with no water, three hours with no shelter if it’s cold, three minutes with no hope.”
“We didn’t die in the night,” says Smith. “You can repaint steel; you cannot bring back a life.” I think about that for a long time.
Silence can cause the mind to wander, to venture into dark places.
“Francine, Caroline, Daniel, Mr. Smith. Passengers of the RMS Atlantica, you are being broadcast live around the world.
There’s no way dog people would just abandon their pets.”
The only private spaces we have are inside our own minds. The thoughts we conceal from one another. From ourselves.
I guess when you finally meet the person you can imagine growing old with, you’ll do anything not to ruin it.
