Whether she loves or hates Tabula Rasa depends entirely on Effy's mood at any given time, and right now, she couldn't be happier. That nothing here makes sense doesn't seem to matter at the moment, not the way it does when she's alone in her hut and missing her life, however shitty it had recently become. Right now, everything is fantastic, and despite making no sense at all, it's all crystal clear.

"It's the only thing that makes sense," yells Effy over the wind, because it sounds about right in her head, even if the statement itself is nonsensical. Sense, she's quickly beginning to find, is fleeting and, in this moment, rather useless.