Extract: Alice said softly: ‘He put his soul there. You can see the tracks of it. Bare and brisk in the soft slow sand. He put his soul there. But they couldn’t see it and they didn’t care.’ She lost herself in grief and remembrance. She wallowed in loss and saw nothing else. She was blind to the reality of the Void, what it offered her and what it took from her. Her grief was a turbulent blue gesture. It was an addition in spite of her. It crashed and splashed about her. It had a rhythm and a pattern peculiar to itself.