Who’s Behind The Wall?
Two quiet women living side by side each believed the other was shaking the wall at night. A building noise became a story about danger, disrespect, and certainty. Then the police knocked on the door.
Two quiet women living side by side each believed the other was shaking the wall at night. A building noise became a story about danger, disrespect, and certainty. Then the police knocked on the door.
Three million people passed away last year. They were nine, and thirty-three, and your age. They died of cancer and in car accidents on their way home. They died of hopeless desperation and from nervous exhaustion after trying too hard, for too long, to please everyone. They died in a Turkish hotel fire on vacation
Existence unfolds far beyond the boundary of my body or anything I can claim as mine. It is composed of surprises, good and bad. It’s a true mystery — half the record is redacted.
If you only knew. In you, I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder, the universe displayed. Don’t put your eyes down, you’re not to blame. I know there are stories you can’t explain.
To be sad, grieving, struggling, lost, or hopeless is part of natural human life. In the dark night something of your makeup comes to an end—your ego, your self, your creativeness, your meaning.