“You know how water does… it trickles through crevices, runs along channels and gathers itself in pools, stands there. Come the cold, it freezes, expands, cracks the rock, then spills through new fractures, all the time wearing at the stone, collects again, freezes. From the outside, nothing seems to have changed but within, the damage mounts and maybe the whole formation collapses. Thus mountains are razed to plains.
And now what? I live in this musty hotel alone, with an uncertain future and a past that seeps into everything I do like water into stone.”

John Dufresne from his novel “The Way That Water Enters Stone”.