" If they die here together, starved like prisoners, she hopes he’ll come with her to find her legs. She hopes he can swim. But even if he can’t, she’s sure he’ll learn once the water touches his toes. The knowledge will come to his body, like in a dream. She imagines the two of them swimming side by side in an endless sea, an epic of water below them, billion of colourful fish joining their adventure. There would be an island eventually. They would wade ashore and pick fruit from the trees. "

― , A Plea for Constant Motion