grief

On Remembering

January 31, 2022 in 3 minute read

It was death season and just like I had to cut my hair and break my back and lick my wounds to survive again, it needed to wither too. I am not saying it deserved to be tortured or violently scalped in the same fashion of my particular cross, but I am saying: this is just how it has to be.

The Point Of Pain

July 07, 2021 in 4 minute read

An object in motion will stay in motion, Sir Newton proclaimed. But why do we claim ourselves prey when pain itself doesn’t take ownership as a predator? What if this seemingly terrifying danger isn’t a lion set to devour us but rather something else?