Kate

“I tried to remain with the song, but my mind was already telling me that something breaks when you’re away so long: ties and modes of being and days — the days themselves, they shatter in halves — and so much else I can't describe. And other things are born too, but those become unkind to share, because they help only to remind us and those we have left of what has been erased in their place. And so you keep your mouth shut because you don't want to admit how different you have become. This is why it is perfectly reasonable never to come back (don't let anyone tell you otherwise), although I wish you would.”
― Hisham Matar, My Friends