#305 Down to a Sunless Sea- Neil Gaiman
“I told him not to go to the sea…the sea won’t love you like
I love you, she’s cruel.”
This is a short story about loss. It reads like a elegy.
Rain often represents change, cleansing, purity; but when the story is about
death at sea, water only represents pain.
“it is raining in London. The rain washes the dirt into
gutters, and it swells streams into rivers, rivers into powerful things. The
rain is a noisy thing, splashing and pattering and rattling the rooftops. If it
is clean water as it falls from the skies it only needs to touch London to
become dirt, to stir dust and make it mud.”
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