"You can't fix it. You can't make it go away.
I don't know what you're going to do about it,
But I know what I'm going to do about it. I'm just
going to walk away from it. Maybe
A small part of it will die if I'm not around
feeding it anymore."
--Lew Welch
How to tell a story
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Bedside
She's tired, freezing. Got heat up, xtra blanket. Starts at 9, mid day rest, ends at 4. "Are my parents dead?"