“Now the pain is not there, she wonders briefly, lucidly, whether it was real. It's hard to recall pain when we are not in it. We remember it vaguely, descriptively, by making it live almost, like a creature, giving it some deliberating quality. They seem to have two ways of bringing her down, these headaches: the sharp point of today, which makes it as if she can only know the world through it, like looking out of a pin-hole; and a weight. A weight that is heavy like mud: that first brief and dull feel when you hit your head, but staying that way, not developing, just numb, heavy, until it seems to break off like a beach cliff and slide down one side of her body of her body in a slow avalanche of pain. Then they just seem to go.” PainHeadaches Book:The Long Dry Source: The Long Dry