Bottom
I drift through the waves. Shorter and longer ones, and I don't even know what kind. I turn the dial. I tune, retune, and listen. Sometimes it seems like something is emerging, that it's finally a signal and a sign, but in the end, it's always nothing.
I scream, I cry, I curse, I apologize, I jump up and throw the radio out the window, pick it up piece by piece, put it back together, glue it, solder it, and start turning the dial again.
What an empty world. A bottomless pot.