I am drowning in a digital sea

So here I am, procrastinating away. It is almost midnight and I still have to work on subordinate prepositions in the indicative. What does that mean? Not quire sure. However, I was listening to Thrice and I heard these lyrics and it reminded me of a picture I had taken in Angers, which is shown here. Enjoy!

A song from somewhere below

Deadly and slow begins

Both sickly and sweet

Now picking up speed

Ushering in the world's end

And the ghost of Descartes screams again in the dark

"Oh how could I have been so wrong?"

But above the screams the sirens sing their song