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It's all right to forget, you know, he said. It's good to. In fact, we have to forget things sometimes. Forgetting is important. We do it on purpose. It means we get a bit of a rest. Are you listening? We have to forget. Or we'd never sleep ever again.

We have to hope, Daniel was saying, that the people who love us and who know us a little bit will in the end have seen us truly. In the end, not much else matters.

Jeg er trøtt av nyhetene. Jeg er trøtt av at de framstiller sånt som oppsiktsvekkende som ikke er det, og behandler sånt som virkelig er forferdelig, så naivt. Jeg er trøtt av krassheten. Jeg er trøtt av sinnet. Jeg er trøtt av småligheten. Jeg er trøtt av egoismen. Jeg er trøtt av at vi ikke gjør noe for å stoppe den. Jeg er trøtt av at vi oppmuntrer til det. Jeg er trøtt av volden som er der og jeg er trøtt av volden som er på vei, som kommer, som ikke har skjedd ennå. Jeg er trøtt av løgnere. Jeg er trøtt av skinnhellige løgnere. Jeg er trøtt av hvordan sånne løgnere har latt det skje. Jeg er trøtt av å måtte lure på om de gjorde det av dumhet eller med vilje. Jeg er trøtt av løgnaktige styresmakter. Jeg er trøtt av at folk ikke bryr seg om de blir løyet for lenger. Jeg er trøtt av å måtte være redd. Jeg er trøtt av fiendskap. Jeg er trøtt av feigsomhet.
Jeg tror ikke det er noe som heter det, sier Elisabeth.
Jeg er trøtt av å ikke vite hva ting heter, sier moren.

Time travel is real, Daniel said. We do it all the time. Moment to moment, minute to minute.

Always be reading something, he said. Even when we're not physically reading. How else will we read the world? Think of it as a constant.

All across the country, people felt it was the wrong thing. All across the country, people felt it was the right thing. All across the country, people felt they'd really lost. All across the country, people felt they'd really won. All across the country, people felt they'd done the right thing and other people had done the wrong thing. All across the country, people looked up Google: what is EU? All across the country, people looked up Google: move to Scotland. All across the country, people looked up Google: Irish Passport Applications. All across the country, people called each other cunts. All across the country, people felt unsafe. All across the country, people were laughing their heads off. All across the country, people felt legitimized. All across the country, people felt bereaved and shocked. All across the country, people felt righteous. All across the country, people felt sick. All across the country, people felt history at their shoulder. All across the country, people felt history meant nothing. All across the country, people felt like they counted for nothing. All across the country, people had pinned their hopes on it. All across the country, people waved flags in the rain. All across the country, people drew swastika graffiti. All across the country, people threatened other people. All across the country, people told people to leave. All across the country, the media was insane. All across the country, politicians lied. All across the country, politicians fell apart. All across the country, politicians vanished. All across the country, promises vanished. All across the country, social media did the job. All across the country, things got nasty. All across the country, nobody spoke about it. All across the country, nobody spoke about anything else. All across the country, racist bile was general. All across the country, people said it wasn't that they didn't like immigrants. All across the country, people said it was about control. All across the country, everything changed overnight. All across the country, the haves and the have nots stayed the same. All across the country, the usual tiny per cent of the people made their money out of the usual huge per cent of the people. All across the country, money money money money. All across the country, no money no money no money no money.

The pauses are a precise language, more a language than actual language is, Elisabeth thinks.