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I suppose if you switch on your lights and boil your kettle with energy provided by a nuclear power station, you don't spend much time reflecting on the fact that the atom had originally been split to kill cities.

He listened to a lot of Bach and Mozart. He liked Tchaikovsky, but couldn't stand Stravinsky. Having failed with film, I tried pop music. I tested some early rock on him, and he shrugged; I experimented with eighties power ballads, and he was exasperatingly polite about it. My attempts to interest him in contemporary music fell on deaf ears until he suddenly and inexplicably developed a liking for Motown.

“An underrated symptom of inherited trauma is how socially awkward it is to live with.”

Perhaps he'll die this time. He finds that doesn't worry him. Maybe because he's so cold he has a drunkard's grip on his own mind. When thoughts come, they're translucent, free-swimming medusae. As the Arctic wind bites at his hands and feet, his thoughts slop against his skull. They'll be the last thing to freeze over.