“Grief has a sound, a sound that embarrasses the repressed and offends the oppressive; grief is the sound of being alive.”
—Martín Prechtel, “The Smell of Rain on Dust: Grief and Praise”
Smoke from one fool’s fire
“Grief has a sound, a sound that embarrasses the repressed and offends the oppressive; grief is the sound of being alive.”
—Martín Prechtel, “The Smell of Rain on Dust: Grief and Praise”