I ran into her by chance, about a month before I came here. I thought about going back to visit her, but... [A shrug; he mimes a gun going off] She was living in a tree hut with an artist. Very Bohemian. Very different than the woman I knew.

[He takes a drag, blows the smoke toward the ceiling]

Do you try to let yourself get lost in sensation, to relive what it was like? I don't want to get used to all the color. I think if I stopped seeing it as vividly as I do now, it would be about half as bad as losing them all over.