You murky, fortified, heart-of-darkness river out of which expeditions were issued to the ends of the earth, into the darkness beyond, not long after courageous expeditions traversed upstream to unravel your darkly beating heart in turn, the one others were faced with back when this place was the end of the earth and other geographies the center of it.
From your Conrad-minded, Woolf-driven Spin Doctor,
Eyes open, mind sharp.