"As she moved through the tide pools and across the worn rocks, she forgot where she was walking, and..."

“As she moved through the tide pools and across the worn rocks, she forgot where she was walking, and then where she was on the earth. She remembered that she’d made a decision to stay in this place but could not say what this place was, so she reminded herself that if she were to fall she might split her head open, or drown, or break an ankle and that she’d have to be cautious wherever she was, that she did not want to die yet, after all the opportunities she’d had to die, she would not die here of all places. Then she felt her feet touch the coarse sand of the black beach where she’d spent the first night. She sat down with her back to the rocks and again watched the sidewalk curve away from her.”

- Alexander Maksik, A Marker to Measure Drift