To say I believe time is finally fluid, and so are the boundaries between human beings, the border separating helper from the one who hurts always blurry. Wounds, I think, are never confined to a single skin but reach out to rasp us all. When you die, there’s that much less breath in the world, and across continents someone supposedly separate gasps for air.
…When I weep for you, don’t forget I weep as well for me."
— Lauren Slater