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Grief is pain internalized, abscess of the soul. Anger is pain as energy, sudden explosion.
Unplug from the humble needs of the body and a person becomes no more than a ghost.
The world was precarious, Lotto had learned. People could be subtracted from it with swift bad math. If one might die at any moment, one must live!
Grief is for the strong, who use it as fuel for burning.
Storytelling is a landscape, and tragedy is comedy is drama. It simply depends on how you frame what you’re seeing.