About to start adding in new changes to the piece. I’ve been wrapping my head around the theoretical and sociological aspects of mourning, absence, lingering fragments, and the veil that separates life and death. I’m also using this weaving as an excuse to rewatch Sense8 (just finished… again) and The OA (Netflix didn’t shame me for watching this again, pretty sure I can write a dissertation on this show). The anniversary of my father’s death was Monday but it didn’t fully hit me until Tuesday. Today my little sister helped saved the life of her friend from hundreds of miles away. Things circle around each other, trauma balances healing, and the only thing that connects it all is the act of breathing.