There is no shipwreck without spectators. Even when there’s no one, when it’s far out at sea, at night, without witnesses, even when there’s no living soul in sight for thousands of nautical miles, only waves and the viscous night, covering everything, swallowing everything; when there are no more eyes to see than there are arms to reach out, there are still spectators and the shore from which they are watching is never far away, even if, at the same time, it is infinitely distant.
