“It’s strange and it makes me sad,” I thought aloud, “that a place carries on without you after you’ve left.” Tatyana nodded. “It’s the world slapping you in the face and saying, ‘Look, honeybunch, I get along without you very well.’ The sea does the same thing, but nobody lives there. It hurts more if it’s a place where you’ve grown up, or worked, or fallen in love.”
