There's this rushing sound, like white noise.

The sound of nothing.

“You're not really in control, not with this falling-for-people stuff. You don't…”

“Some things get lost others return. That is how it is: the way of things.”

“This is how it happens, this is how you stop yourself feeling so much. You go c…”

“The water is deep and dark. It shines like treacle in the lights from the boat.…”