I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full

The great, grey eye of the sky looked back at me, it's mist-shrouded sun focusing all the white and silent distances that poured from every point in the compass, hill after pale hill, to stall at my feet.

I had the impression it wasn't night and it wasn't day, but some lurid third interval that had slipped between them and would never end

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

I felt myself melting in the shadows like the negative of a person I had never seen before in life