"I took the little radio from the kitchen and I went and sat in the spare room and I turned it halfway between two stations so that all I could hear was white noise and I turned the volume up really loud and I held it against my ear and the sound filled my head and it hurt so that I couldn't feel any other sort of hurt, like the hurt in my chest"
Tuesday, November 30
what matters most
(歲寒然後 知松栢之後彫 ?)
what matters most is how well you walk through the fire
Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.