Sleep is a prison for a boy who has friends to meet.
It's an odd state to be in, blowing the whistle on your home country.
all this Beethoven and rain
Truth, at the wrong time, can be dangerous.
... the desert, where there is the communal book of moonlight. We were among the rumour of wells. In the palace of winds.
He knows that the only way he can accept losing her is if he can continue to hold her or be held by her. If they can somehow nurse each other out of this. Not with a wall.