The Geography of Absence: A Summer Without You
That, I think, was the lesson the summer was trying to teach me: the universe is not cruel. It is simply busy. It has no time for our individual apocalypses.
The most disorienting discovery of that summer was that my body continued to function. My heart pumped. My lungs filled. My fingers typed emails and turned doorknobs. This felt like a betrayal. How could cells divide and nails grow in a world where you did not exist?
