It is not the dead who are lost, who are on a distant island, it is we who are lost, it is we who have drowned and been washed up on the shore of a strange country. We do not recognise this land and we feel numb. When we walk in cities we hold hands because we are afraid that we will become more terribly lost. We are nervous crossing streets because the world has become unreliable and strange, we do not know where we are going. The dead have no need of knowing where they are but we are alive and adrift in a landscape of death where we feel marked. We have been infected with death and the knowledge of fragility it has taught is. In other places, they know this about us and are afraid of those who have witnessed death, who have had it in their home, and they send them away until it has left them.

It is not the dead who are lost, who are on a distant island, it is we who are lost, it is we who have drowned and been washed up on the shore of a strange country. We do not recognise this land and we feel numb. When we walk in cities we hold hands because we are afraid that we will become more terribly lost. We are nervous crossing streets because the world has become unreliable and strange, we do not know where we are going. The dead have no need of knowing where they are but we are alive and adrift in a landscape of death where we feel marked. We have been infected with death and the knowledge of fragility it has taught is. In other places, they know this about us and are afraid of those who have witnessed death, who have had it in their home, and they send them away until it has left them.

It is not the dead who are lost, who are on a distant island, it is we who are lost, it is we who have drowned and been washed up on the shore of a strange country. We do not recognise this land and we feel numb. When we walk in cities we hold hands because we are afraid that we will become more terribly lost. We are nervous crossing streets because the world has become unreliable and strange, we do not know where we are going. The dead have no need of knowing where they are but we are alive and adrift in a landscape of death where we feel marked. We have been infected with death and the knowledge of fragility it has taught is. In other places, they know this about us and are afraid of those who have witnessed death, who have had it in their home, and they send them away until it has left them.