Sight: disintegration, stars
Sound: Peter Murphy, "Cuts You Up"; estranged; Dad' splaining
Touch: burning jalapeno right hand
Smell: spoiled cheese, Aunt Bertha's house
Extra: subtext, unreliable narrators; If something's worth doing it's worth doing right, but now he can't make coffee.
"The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness."Grateful for: the possibility of memoir, hugging my purring cat
"Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees."—Stray Birds, Rabindranath Tagore