It’s blue, more than a swedish girl’s eye, it’s deeper than your midnight philosophy and fresher than your mother’s daily pastis. It’s colorful, it’s moving, it’s the lagoon world before the abyss. It’s the O2 mask around your lips, it’s the giant turtle staring at your breasts, it’s the quiet shark dancing through your legs. You're holding your breath when your cross paths with manta ray Magda. You’re captain freakin’ Nemo.