Names don't mean a thing anymore. The past is dead.

“Nunca me olvidare de cómo me sentí cuando tomo aliento, cuando le volvió el col…”

“I was thinking of Lena. Of course. I was always thinking of Lena.”

“The sky is stained pink and purple, and the shadows are thick, stark brush stro…”

“The house, the pond, the tree—it was all both overwhelmingly familiar and diffe…”