n the dark everyone felt the same: the edges blurred. When I think of myself then, what I was like two years ago, I feel like a wound in a bad place, prone to be bumped on corners or edges. Never able to heal.

“Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that despite your best efforts, wil…”

“I understood now. This voice, the one that had been trying to get my attention …”

“You couldn't just pick and choose at will when someone depended on you, or love…”

“And so, while the rest of the world went on unaware, drinking their coffee, rea…”