The Most Unsettling Walk I've Ever Been On (A Photo Essay)
What is more remarkable: our capacity to forget suffering and darkness, or our capacity to remember it? I’m frequently equally struck by both. But I do know that my memory has a special knack of editing out troubling experiences: a process it does all by itself, without me really noticing. “That was ACTUALLY the worst house move,” I think directly after…
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