Jane Henderson: I... I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don't know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me. We'd have long conversations, the two of us. It was almost like you were there. I could hear you, I could see you, smell you. I could hear your voice. Sometimes your voice would wake me up. It would wake me up in the middle of the night, just like you were in the room with me. Then... it slowly faded. I couldn't picture you anymore. I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to, but there was nothing there. I couldn't hear you. Then... I just gave it up. Everything stopped. You just... disappeared. And now I'm working here. I hear your voice all the time. Every man has your voice. 

AÍ ME VOU EU, NOS ETERNOS DESVIOS, NAS ETERNAS BIFURCAÇÕES, COM O QUE JÁ TROUXE À LUZ ANTES, DO MEU COHEN, 'I STOPPED LOOKING FOR YOU/I STOPPED WAITING FOR YOU/I STOPPED DYING FOR YOU (...)/AND I FORGOT THAT I'D   *EVER*    LOVED YOU (...)/WHY DID YOU COME BACK TO ME TONIGHT/I CAN'T EVEN GET OFF THIS CHAIR...'



*PROTELO O TÉRMINO.  HÁ AGULHAS NO AGUARDO, E DESCASOS IMENSOS.  NA PELE*