The grieving have only the unknown.

2023-11-05


I know I’m stressed about everything going on because I am considering a new hobby that I absolutely do not have time for.

So instead I have watched several hours of videos about the best (insert highly specialised single-use tool here) to buy for (insert highly specialised projects I will never get to here).

And I’ve been reading fiction, the kind you can tear through on planes and trains in between intense work obligations.

Namely:

I can only read like this - one book after another, beginning to end, in mere hours - when I am either utterly unfettered by deadlines and obligations or entirely consumed by the weight of the world. There is no in between.

We must each and all find a way to keep going.

Attribution:

The grieving have only the unknown.
It’s their only staple and inheritance.
Pain has no logic. All things redeem
the grieving except your rational questions.
from I Suffer a Phobia Called Hope by Maya Abu Al-Hayyat translated by Fady Joudah


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