sometimes I am consumed by the overall feeling of melancholy. It could be understood in the form of the black plague, eating away at your systems and rotting your flesh, forcing your eyes to leak excrement's, which are random singular tears in reality.
I always found swans vain and shallow, posing with their delicate necks in photos with their madeup eyes full of egyptian kohl. I had not idea that they mate for life and their crude rudness towards the rest of the world is just undying love. When one swan dies, the other emits a horrible sound like a constant shrieking for a few hours, similar to what a phoenix sings when he is turning to dust and then being born again.
So these large white birds who mask their eyes and emotion behind toils of mascara ad kohl are just protecting themselves from the world.