"Thought after thought, feeling after feeling, action after action, had you for their object. Now their target is gone. I keep on through habit fitting, an arrow to the string, then I remember and have to lay the bow down. So many roads lead thought to you. I set out on one of them. But now there is an impassable frontierpost across it. So many roads once; now so many culs de sac."
C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
