Icebergs are like icebergs, we know for sure, but then so are people like icebergs. These are the waters I am unsure how to navigate, how to keep from crashing in to all the secrets we keep down in the cold and the dark. Good secrets and bad secrets, and all of them keeping quiet until a warmer current happens by and melts them a little.
The trouble with being icebergs is tripping over our own submerged outcroppings. That's the thing about ice, how it keeps everything locked up in layers and bulges. No matter how far forward we try to move, it's never quite far enough to get past what we're bringing along with us.