I stand in the middle of the road and it’s like the dive. It’s exactly the same thing. There’s just nothing I can do, nowhere to go. If this is going to kill me then I’m already dead, but I can feel the empty space on my arm where I used to wear my wristwatch and I know this was foreseen, it was planned. God is with me. My god, the one I can’t get rid of. The shark.