Moments like this—they seem to cluster faster and faster, at varying intensities, the press of one barely seems to lift before the press of another and another and another. And it’s difficult to know where sentences should start, or if they should. Listening sounds like silence. Or cowardice. Or complicity. And one—I?—struggles to find the right order of consonants. The right pitch to mourn. The correct volume to wail: to chorus, but not to drown.
Notes Toward
Notes Toward
Notes Toward
Moments like this—they seem to cluster faster and faster, at varying intensities, the press of one barely seems to lift before the press of another and another and another. And it’s difficult to know where sentences should start, or if they should. Listening sounds like silence. Or cowardice. Or complicity. And one—I?—struggles to find the right order of consonants. The right pitch to mourn. The correct volume to wail: to chorus, but not to drown.