Marguerite Duras Quote

Night.The beach and the sea are in darkness.A dog passes, going toward the sea wall.No one walks on the boardwalk, but, on the benches lining it, people sit. They relax. Are silent. Separated from one another. They do not speak.The traveler passes. He walks slowly, he goes in the same direction as the dog.He stops. Returns. He seems to be out for a walk. He starts off again.His face is no longer visible.The sea is calm. No wind.The traveler returns. The dog does not return. The sea begins to rise, it seems. Its sounds getting closer. Muffled thudding coming from the river’s many mouths. Somber sky.