Waking, after all, was an almost natal state. You surfaced without history, then spent the blinks and yawns reassembling your past, shuffling the shards into chronological order before fortifying yourself for the present.
Dennis LehaneMy daughter squealed again and both Bubba and I winced. Itโs not an attractive sound, that. Itโs high-pitched and it enters your ear canals like hot glass. No matter how much I love my daughter, I will never love her squealing. Or maybe I will. Maybe I do. Driving down 93, I realized once and for all, that I love the things that chafe. The things that fill me with stress so total I canโt remember when a block of it didnโt rest on top of my heart. I love what, if broken, canโt be repaired. What, if lost canโt be replaced. I love my burdens.
Dennis LehaneHe wondered if this was what clinical depression felt like, a total numbness, a weary lack of hope.
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