The strange thing was that he felt as if he had been there before. He had known there was an outside all along. He used to to think it was a muffled watery world out there and that he lived at the heart of things. Now the walls had tumbeld down and he could see what a muddle he had been in. [...]
He couldn't live with so much doubt and so much intensity. [...]
Perhaps he could revisit the ocean in his dreams, if it weren't for the veil of violence that hung between him and the past.