Wheeling Gull Isle Where do you run?

I’m coming, mom. I’ll see you soon Mal, and Ava, Dinny, Ana, and Simmy.
He doesn’t wait for the tides, desperation takes him to the island’s south side. He rushes into the water for mainland, a place he had never wanted to go to.

A place he never will.

He is not a strong enough swimmer.

Because love is dead. The sun, the sea, the air is dead. Laughter is dead. Stories are dead. Music is dead. Culture is dead. Manners and family values are dead. Religion is dead. Thought is dead. Hope is dead.

Judah is tired of being haunted by dead things. Eventually he stops battling the persistent lap of whitecaps.

God, dead.