The memories would slam against me like the waves of an incoming tide, sweeping my body along to some strange new place - a place where I lived with the dead.- Haruki Murakami-

Eventually, though the tide would pull back, 

and I would be left on the beach alone.

 Powerless, I could go nowhere ; 

sadness itself would envelop me in deep darkness until the tears came.

- Haruki Murakami-