Open Water

This book is beautiful, just poetry weaving its way through two souls and time. I had the inherent need of reading out loud sentences to strangers on the plane, subway and in small cafes - to remind them the beauty in the mundane observation of Caleb's prose. There's so much of this I can relate to, and so much that now lives with me.

“Every time you remember something, the memory weakens, as you're remembering the last recollection, rather than the memory itself. Nothing can remain intact. Still, it does not stop you wanting, does not stop you longing.”