Tag: absence
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How like a winter hath my absence been
‘A great part of every day is not lived consciously,’ wrote Virginia Woolf. ‘One walks, eats, sees things, deals with what has to be done… When it is a bad day the proportion of non-being is much larger.’ In her novel Mrs. Dalloway, she explains that the key to righting the ratio is in ‘the…
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Saudade Considered
There is something bittersweet about the loss of a loved one isn’t there? Sorrow, to be sure: that feeling of floundering in deep, dark, swirling water, the ineluctable pain of absence, and the almost unbearable inability ever to see her, hear her, or touch her again. And yet, peeking through all the darkness and the…