LJ

“Death took Freddie from Carney and mourning returned to him a visitation, an invisible companion who shadowed him everywhere, tugging at his sleeve and interrupting when he least expected: 'Remember what my smile looked like', 'Remember when', 'Remember me'. Its voice grew quiet and Carney didn't hear it for a while and then it was loud again: 'Remember me', 'This is your job now', 'Remember me or no one else will'. At times it seemed the grief was powerful enough to shut down the world, cut off the juice, stop the earth from spinning. It was not. The world proceeded in its mealy fashion, the lights stayed on, the earth continued to spin and its seasons ravaged and renewed in turn.”
― Colson Whitehead, Harlem Shuffle