You were dead.' She said. 'And in the whole world there was nothing beautiful left.

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

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

There is nothing that can, in the dark become true

Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say

You were dead.' She said. 'And in the whole world there was nothing beautiful left.

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.