It gives my stomach knots. The whole of an indigestible lifetime bubbles up inside of me like some sort of Vesuvian existential crisis. It’s amazing how much you can get used to the intolerable, right up until the moment when you realize you have to pass it on to some pair of bright eyes that have no choice but to be dimmed by it. And now, here I am, breaking this kid’s world just like mine got broken.
