Leafing didion’s grieve (not mourning, not yet) i find it beautiful how such a heavy and violent thing as grief, perhaps the most personal war, can be dissected and exposed with such clarity. how this inextricable experience, the loss, this unavoidable monster, the one and only thing that tortures, and therefore, merges humanity is found as rather a path. not a forbidding forest of dead-soiled, jutted trees
— May 15, 2026 05:52PM
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