They say it’s not a bad way to go, but I don’t mean it that way. I mean something closer to banal and trite symbolism, such as drowning in one’s sorrows, or drowning in loneliness, or that inner voice that drowns out all attempts to rise above bothersome things. It looks like an ocean at sunset, but don’t be fooled. Life can be so sad, so lonely, and so unforgiving. That’s what’ll really pull you down.
Now don’t go reading all that much into this. No one is crying out for help, but more just commenting on some thoughts that emerge while making art.