"Hold onto your voice. Hold onto your breath. Don't make a noise, don't leave the room until I come back from the dead for you. i will come back from the dead for you. This could be a city. This could be a graveyard. This could be the basket of a big balloon. Leave the lights on. Leave a trail of letters like those little knots of bread we used to dream about. We used to dream about them. [...] I´m in the hallway. The radio's playing my favorite song. Leave the lights on. Keep talking. I'll keep walking toward the sound of your voice."
(R.S.: C.)
