Grief Is for People
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Read between June 22 - June 26, 2025
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And no one is obliged to learn something from loss. This is a horrible thing we do to the newly stricken, encouraging them to remember the good times while they’re still in the fetal position. Like feeding steak to a baby.
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I am waiting for the things I love to come back to me, to tell me they were only joking.
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Grief is for people, not things.
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People like Russell, and people like me now, we don’t know where sadness belongs. We tend to scrape up all the lonely, echoing, unknowable parts of ourselves and drop them in drawers or hang them from little wooden shelves, injecting our feelings into objects that won’t judge or abandon us, holding on to the past in this tangible way. But everyone else? Everyone else has their priorities straight.
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It’s to deny what the world is like for others, to decide that darkness exists in service to light, that darkness is the glitch and lightness is the control.
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My initial grief, which I thought might be taking a manageable shape, has mutated. It’s colonized my entire personality. Any word that comes out of my mouth that is not Russell’s name is a lie. The missing is so constant, even I am surprised by it. And I am at ground zero of the missing.
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Heavy is the enchantment of places you know you will never see again.
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Anger is a cousin of intelligence. If you are not revolted by certain things, you have no boundaries. If you have no boundaries, you have no self-knowledge. If you have no self-knowledge, you have no taste, and if you have no taste, why are you here?