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The Strangeness of Grief | The New Yorker  

written by V S Naipaul. added over 1 year ago by @icyflame ARCHIVES

new-yorker grief emotion    

The first symptom of grief that day was an inability to eat. It was new to me. It made my grief concrete, and it lasted all week, disappearing only after the cremation. One of the attendants at the crematorium, just before the coffin rolled away to be consumed, invited me to place my hand on the coffin. The rites of death were completely new to me; this was the comfort that many before me had instinctively sought. It didn’t work for me. The coffin was a coffin; below my hand, wood was wood.

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