How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep…that have taken hold.
‘My best friend’s belly had a bomb go off in it last night. Someone’s been trying to kill us ever since. I’m traveling at 70 miles an hour on top of a bed of potatoes, and I think I’m going to be sick.’
I am carrying such weights of absolute sadness that I must at any moment be dragged down into the deepest sea and the person trying to seize or even “rescue” me would give up, not from weakness, not even from hopelessness but from sheer annoyance.