"Over the river they beckon to me, Loved ones who've crossed to the farther side, The gleam of their snowy robes I see, B..."

"From now on, everything in life will appear blurry to me. What’s the point of wiping my glasses when my vision has alr..."

"We tend to shy away from that grief . But I think that that’s the role of art : to help us into grief, and through gri..."