now I can see where every pebble fell, where the oceans carve into our shoreline, i thought any answer would be wrong but i do not belong to a collective dream. even if tragic, my soul's actions live in a void and so do yours, and this is how it was meant to be. this is the condition of our contract, and this world, and the next - if you belive in the world to come. we are claimants of broken heart lockets, they threw us into a single room, give into this isolation, do not let your soul be recycled. this wound is where our hearts developed. this is where our souls will be collected.

As I put one step in front of the other I make my way closer to the shore. Memories erode me. I give myself to them.

... start again?