Some of us pretend that we’re fine. And maybe we are. We grieve publicly, but mostly privately. It is frightening to be this sad. Some of us end up on the floor of our bedroom, our kitchen. We say, I don’t know how to do this. We say, What is the point? Who wants to live in this world? There is no divine order; just an algorithm, a singularity, a mathematical accident.
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