It doesn’t matter anymore. No point rebuilding the bridge. The waves have swept, crashing all that there is. Fine, imitate irritatingly.

Hide if you will, visit if you want. Freeze me. Throw waves across. You think people think it’s attention-seeking? Well, I think it is now.

Lead us on, just don’t forget your debts.

These destructive thoughts are something I’m letting myself have. For the moment. I’ve sent enough cars over and careening down the fault.

It’s always noisy when you’re not in the conversation.