“I turn and gaze at thebright blue sky, squinting. It’s like surfacing for air aftergiving up hope, after resigning to drown, suffocating”

“Can one drown in one's element... If fish can drown in water, can human beings suffocate in air?”

“It was one of the moments you stay in, to hell with all the troubles of before and after. The sky is blue and the dead are coming back. Later in the afternoon, with sad resignation, the county fair bares its breasts.”

“After hanging up the phone Aoyama sank back back on the sofa feeling like a balloon in a warm blue sky.”

“I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the softest blue. One small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky is peace, sweet blue gentleness. I heard a shaman say once, the Ancestors want our souls to be like the blue sky.”

“...smoke twisting amongst the lights and turning the air a desolate blue, the colour of dead hopes and lost chances.”