That he’s still here. Surprise! He was alive all along. Even in my dreams I must catch myself before I get too happy, before I believe it too much. Furthermore, he’s so far gone that all I can think of in my dreams is that he no longer is alive. He can’t be a real character anymore. He only plays the siren.
“She cultivates a taste for small pleasures. Plunging her hand deep into a sack of grain. Cracking crème brûlée with a tea spoon. And skimming stones on the Canal St Martin.”
Only the discoverer of Tutankhamun’s tomb would know how she felt upon finding this treasure hidden by a little boy 40 years ago.