And he sits back, leaning, crossing legs, and decides that now would be a good time to just sit. To let the noise of the mother who crashed and watched her son disappear sink into the others, to let the atmosphere take them apart and tremble at the cruelties that inhabit our world. This wouldn’t be a moment of destruction rather a moment of peace and self-inspection. A moment spent in the clouds of Fiji and in the seas of the Antarctic. And all was well.