You dream of the weight.

It is not a dream of flight. It is a dream of burden.

The coat is heavy. It is black wool. It is old. It is yours.

You wake.

The room is cold.

London rain strikes the glass.

You sit up.

Your heart beats slow.

It beats deep.

You look at the bed.

The coat is there.

It hangs on the back of the chair.

It has always been there.

It will always be there.

You do not move.

You do not breathe.

You are still.

The stillness is a shield.

The stillness is a wall.

You are a man who has seen too much.

You are a man who has said too little.

You are a detective.

Or you were.

The badge is gone.

The power is gone.

Only the coat remains.

You stand.

The floor is wood.

It creaks under your feet.

The creak is a warning.

You walk to the door.

The handle is brass.

It is cold.

You turn it.

The office awaits.

The office is a cage.

The office is a stage.

The office is a tomb.

You step inside.

The air is stale.

The air is thick.

The air smells of dust and decay.

It smells of secrets.

It smells of lies.

You sit at your desk.

The desk is oak.

The desk is scarred.

The scars are old.

The scars are deep.

You open the drawer.

The drawer is empty.

Except for the file.

The file is thick.

The file is brown.

The file is marked in red.

You do not read it.

You know what it says.

You know who it is about.

You know who is to blame.

You know who is to be punished.

You know who is to be saved.

You know who is to be lost.

You know everything.

And yet you know nothing.

Because knowing is not enough.

Knowing is a trap.

Knowing is a weight.

The coat hangs on the chair.

It watches you.

It judges you.

It reminds you.

You are not a hero.

You are not a villain.

You are a man.

A man in a coat.

A man in a room.

A man in a lie.

The phone rings.

The sound is sharp.

The sound is violent.

It tears the air.

It tears your mind.

You do not answer.

The phone keeps ringing.

The phone keeps screaming.

The phone keeps begging.

You let it ring.

Let it scream.

Let it beg.

Let it die.

The silence returns.

The silence is loud.

The silence is heavy.

The silence is full.

It is full of what you did not say.

It is full of what you did not do.

It is full of what you will not do.

The coat is still.

The coat is silent.

The coat is patient.

It has waited for you before.

It will wait for you again.

It is the only thing that stays.

The others leave.

The power leaves.

The respect leaves.

The truth leaves.

Only the coat stays.

It holds you.

It hides you.

It defines you.

You are the man who wears the coat.

You are the man who carries the weight.

You are the man who chooses.

What do you choose?

To speak?

To act?

To fight?

To win?

To lose?

To save?

To burn?

To end?

You look at the coat.

The coat looks at you.

The coat does not care.

The coat does not judge.

The coat only is.

It is the anchor.

It is the root.

It is the stone.

It is the truth.

The truth is simple.

The truth is small.

The truth is heavy.

The truth is you.

You are not a detective.

You are a witness.

You are a mirror.

You reflect the world.

You reflect the lie.

You reflect the pain.

You reflect the loss.

You reflect the love.

The love is the only thing that matters.

The love is the only thing that remains.

The love is the only thing that survives.

The love is the only thing that is real.

You think of her.

Her name is Eleanor.

Her face is clear.

Her voice is soft.

Her hand is warm.

Her touch is life.

Her touch is breath.

Her touch is light.

She is gone.

She is gone.

She is gone.

But she is here.

She is in the coat.

She is in the wool.

She is in the thread.

She is in the stitch.

She is in the weight.

She is in the silence.

She is in the stillness.

She is in the choice.

The choice is yours.

The choice is now.

The choice is final.

The choice is irreversible.

The choice is yours.

You stand up.

The chair scrapes.

The sound is harsh.

The sound is final.

You walk to the door.

The door is open.

The world is there.

The world is waiting.

The world is watching.

The world is judging.

You step out.

The air is cold.

The air is sharp.

The air is alive.

The air is full.

The air is full of rain.

The rain is cold.

The rain is wet.

The rain is clean.

The rain washes.

The rain cleans.

The rain purifies.

The rain erases.

The rain begins.

You walk.

The streets are dark.

The streets are wet.

The streets are empty.

The streets are quiet.

The streets are safe.

The streets are yours.

You walk.

You walk.

You walk.

The coat is heavy.

The coat is warm.

The coat is yours.

The coat is her.

The coat is the truth.

The coat is the choice.

The choice is made.

The choice is done.

The choice is final.

You have chosen.

You have chosen to stay.

You have chosen to be.

You have chosen to feel.

You have chosen to love.

You have chosen to suffer.

You have chosen to endure.

You have chosen to be free.

Freedom is a weight.

Freedom is a burden.

Freedom is a chain.

Freedom is a coat.

You wear it.

You carry it.

You live with it.

You die with it.

You are free.

You are alone.

You are true.

You are real.

You are here.

You are now.

You are enough.

The rain stops.

The sky clears.

The stars appear.

The stars are bright.

The stars are cold.

The stars are far.

The stars are eternal.

The stars are watching.

The stars are judging.

The stars are silent.

The stars are still.

The stars are true.

You look up.

You look at the stars.

You see yourself.

You see your face.

You see your eyes.

You see your soul.

You see your truth.

You see your choice.

You see your fate.

You see your end.

You see your beginning.

You see your life.

You see your death.

You see your love.

You see your loss.

You see your pain.

You see your joy.

You see your all.

You see your nothing.

You see your everything.

You see your self.

You are the man in the coat.

You are the man in the rain.

You are the man in the night.

You are the man in the truth.

You are the man in the choice.

You are the man in the weight.

You are the man in the silence.

You are the man in the stillness.

You are the man in the love.

You are the man in the loss.

You are the man in the life.

You are the man in the death.

You are the man in the end.

You are the man in the beginning.

You are the man in the now.

You are the man in the ever.

You are the man in the always.

You are the man in the never.

You are the man in the everything.

You are the man in the nothing.

You are the man in the self.

You are the man in the coat.

The coat is heavy.

The coat is warm.

The coat is yours.

The coat is her.

The coat is the truth.

The coat is the choice.

The coat is the end.

The coat is the beginning.

The coat is the life.

The coat is the death.

The coat is the love.

The coat is the loss.

The coat is the pain.

The coat is the joy.

The coat is the all.

The coat is the nothing.

The coat is the everything.

The coat is the self.

The coat is the man.

The man is the coat.

The coat is the truth.

The truth is the man.

The man is the truth.

The truth is the end.

The end is the beginning.

The beginning is the end.

The end is the life.

The life is the end.

The end is the love.

The love is the end.

The end is the loss.

The loss is the end.

The end is the pain.

The pain is the end.

The end is the joy.

The joy is the end.

The end is the all.

The all is the end.

The end is the nothing.

The nothing is the end.

The end is the everything.

The everything is the end.

The end is the self.

The self is the end.

The end is the man.

The man is the end.

The end is the coat.

The coat is the end.

The end is the weight.

The weight is the end.

The end is the silence.

The silence is the end.

The end is the stillness.

The stillness is the end.

The end is the choice.

The choice is the end.

The end is the truth.

The truth is the end.

The end is the life.

The life is the end.

The end is the love.

The love is the end.

The end is the loss.

The loss is the end.

The end is the pain.

The pain is the end.

The end is the joy.

The joy is the end.

The end is the all.

The all is the end.

The end is the nothing.

The nothing is the end.

The end is the everything.

The everything is the end.

The end is the self.

The self is the end.

The end is the man.

The man is the end.

The end is the coat.

The coat is the end.

The end is the weight.

The weight is the end.

The end is the silence.

The silence is the end.

The end is the stillness.

The stillness is the end.

The end is the choice.

The choice is the end.

The end is the truth.

The truth is the end.

The end is the life.

The life is the end.

The end is the love.

The love is the end.

The end is the loss.

The loss is the end.

The end is the pain.

The pain is the end.

The end is the joy.

The joy is the end.

The end is the all.

The all is the end.

The end is the nothing.

The nothing is the end.

The end is the everything.

The everything is the end.

The end is the self.

The self is the end.

The end is the man.

The man is the end.

The end is the coat.

The coat is the end.

The end is the weight.

The weight is the end.

The end is the silence.

The silence is the end.

The end is the stillness.

The stillness is the end.

The end is the choice.

The choice is the end.

The end is the truth.

The truth is the end.