



All I need is a stream.
In those moments where you can’t overcome your surroundings, you can make it all go away.
Put my head back, close my eyes, wade into the quiet of the stream.
Your mother’s dead, before long I’ll be dead, and your brother and your sister and all of her children. All of us dead, all of us rotting in the ground. It’s the family name that lives on, it’s all that lives on