What I Did When I Was Empty

“On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.” Mark Haddon When I was empty and had nothing left to give I sat quietly. I cried. Then I gathered myself up with […]

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