the inherent tragedy of murder mysteries. the inevitability of a story that starts only after the death. the idea that truth-searching can only take you so far. you can dig out the facts and claw at the past and retrace the steps and walk time up and down all you want. you can solve the crime and pin the murderer and prove who’s innocent and you will still end up here. you were always only ever coming here. you can’t bring them back. the only way out is through.










