Status Updates From The Undying: Pain, vulnerab...

my permit for private grief has long expired like everyone else's

to have a body means you will not always see what has happened to it

A woman I know tells me that she, as she had once known herself, has never really returned from the cancer she had 30 years ago. Now in her 70s, she says that she goes to work and comes home each day to spend her hours in disassociated blankness, and because she has to work for a living, must go there once more in the morning and pretend that she exists again.