Walked out this morning
Don’t believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems I’m not alone at being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home
—Excerpt from “Message in a Bottle” (The Police, 1979)
Walked out this morning
Don’t believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems I’m not alone at being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home
—Excerpt from “Message in a Bottle” (The Police, 1979)
The question on my mind is: Into which river, canal, or ocean should I dispatch this momentous message-containing flask?
I’ve wanted to send a message in a bottle ever since listening to The Police’s 1979 “Reggatta de Blanc” album.