I’m waiting for my right mind.

The language is a long ways from here.

In tragedy you are reminded of the difference between being allowed access and belonging.

In tragedy you learn which bonds hold you fast and which hold you down and which were merely illusory.

In tragedy we are shown what we are made of. And that it is not always enough.

A live-streamed funeral, a Zoom birthday party, the thousand ways we make do to make i…

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