Guilt is not a response to anger;

My current favourite videogame is about a dysfunctional family.

When last did a single phrase—“good morning, my beautiful son”— reveal so much about so many?

If mere survival requires endless, exhausting performance, where does the energy to thrive come from?

I don’t know how to process how many people have died, are dying. I don’t know how to process callous, cruel indifference in the face of generational suffering.