It is one of those nights in which you have been on board for five selfish days that seem twenty and everything related to the earth seems so far away that you don't give a shit; And you realize that for a century you haven't listened for radio chatter, you don't read a newspaper, you don't look at the canvase, they don't talk to you about politics or corruption, they don't tell you you know how it is, and life continues its course and absolutely nothing happens and you ask yourself what can be done, where hell has been wrong humanity.
In a reflective passage, the narrator describes a disorienting experience of being at sea for an extended period. Days blend into one another, making time feel irrelevant, and the separation from the world on land becomes strikingly clear. The mundane concerns of life, like politics and societal issues, seem distant and unimportant as the narrator contemplates the state of humanity.
This detachment evokes questions about the progress and failures of society, emphasizing a sense of existential bewilderment. The absence of external influences leads to a solitary contemplation of what has gone wrong in the world, raising a poignant inquiry into the nature of human existence and connection.