This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It’s a place that does not exist.

The last light, in the last window, went out. Only the unstoppable machine of the sea still tears away at the silence with the cyclical explosion of nocturnal waves, distant memories of sleepwalking storms and the shipwrecks of dream.

As you see, it is not that I don't know my own mind, I know it very well but only up to a certain point in the matter. I know perfectly well what the question is. It's the answer I want.

Do you have children? she asked. No. Why? The man answered that one had to have faith in the world to have children.

There is nothing that can, in the dark become true

As eight years before, he was leaving ... to rewrite his destiny in orderly fashion.

Read the flight of your arrow if you want to know your future.