To realize that all your life—you know, all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain—
it was all the same thing.
It was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room, a dream about being a person.
And like a lot of dreams there’s a monster at the end of it. – Rust Cohle, ‘True Detective’
SLEEPING TOGETHER
Early
Not yet dark
The old woman
Crawls in to bed.
Early
Not yet light
The old man
Climbs out of bed.