Noita [77] people keep telling me to "go to hell" so I did, and...

“I would often go there. To the tiny church there. The smallest church in Saint-Saëns -- though it once was larger...

How the rill may rest there. Down through the mist there. Toward the seven sisters --- toward those pale cliffs there

I would often stay there. In there tiny yard there. I have been so glad here -- looking forward to the past here

But now you are alone. None of this matters at all..."