in_memory (2023)

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In the twilight of the year, the twilight of the lives of loved ones sometimes clouds our joys, and causes them to sink into loss. Mourning, silence and pain remain for those who stay and mourn. Words seem powerless. Afterwards, the days pass, the throat tight. We go about our daily business as best we can: dealing with baby, meals, household chores, administrative paperwork tinged with inanity. Yet we have to stay alive, keep taking step after step, running, walking, sometimes hiding the pain by crying alone behind a tree or on the toilet, where no one will see a tear roll down each of our cheeks.

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