cogs are turning always like an ocean is flowing and you know how it is when she starts crying she can't stop but when she's smiling she can stop, she can stop in an instant, she can turn to you and she can stare with broken eyes and break you with her stare, and you know this, and so you turn away, like the cogs, and you dash fast across the sand of the beach, away from the ocean, and keep keep keep running please yes please keep this going things can only go upwards now; above sea-level you can never drown

Jonathan O'Brien