I dug myself into the wet sand. I hadn’t come to the sea for it to remind me of all the things that hadn’t happened in my life. No; I wanted to know what was still possible. And here, looking out at its grey expanse, I understood that too many stories were already gathered within me, blocking the view ahead, and the temptation just to keep looking back, like Orpheus, at what lay behind me was too great. I
