A string that breaks.
When does a story begin or end?
What does the past say about the present?
On New Years Eve, I listened to my husband explain that he felt a dark hole growing in his heart. He could not describe the emotion he felt attaching itself to that hole. “Perhaps the emotion is the unnamable one,” I said, “the one that we don’t know. You know? That one our culture cannot feel.”
We heard about this emotion on a podcast that we listened to on our way to Washington State. The emotion was described as being silent or a groaning. I can only describe it as…