Before we get to the machinery, we have to establish the baseline. A blink at the raw edges of human mortality and guilt. When the digital world demands frictionless aggregate, roughness wins.
Such quiet, honest prose. Beautifully written. I caught myself thinking.. how many moments like this have I missed? We so often try to help the elderly, do things for them, make life easier, simplify everything. But we rarely stop to think that these small things are their life.. the last little islands where they still feel like themselves, alive, needed, still thinking..
Such quiet, honest prose. Beautifully written. I caught myself thinking.. how many moments like this have I missed? We so often try to help the elderly, do things for them, make life easier, simplify everything. But we rarely stop to think that these small things are their life.. the last little islands where they still feel like themselves, alive, needed, still thinking..
loved every bit.
I wouldn’t dare publish something I wrote when I was 21. That takes courage 🙂