I stumbled out into the courtyard to try to flee my misery, but of course we can never flee the misery that is within us.

I went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier, as if those graves were pulling me down toward them.

My tears simply broke through the fragile wallthat had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head upon the table and let them drain out of me.

Sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier.

Skumjas ir tik savādas,kad tās uznāk, mēs esam gluži bezspēcīgi. Tās ir kā logs, kas pats no sevis atveras. Istabā kļūst auksti, un mums atliek vienīgi drebināties. Bet ar katru reizi logs atveras šaurāk un aizvien šaurāk, un tad kādu dienu mēs iedomājamies, kur gan tas palicis.