Anniversary

Six years. One day.

Today, the heat inspired the insects to loud, low speechmaking in the quiet woods where my office is.


I remember the cicada sound - from back then. Sounded like a beach at the ocean. A train. Nature cycling.


Nothing has changed inside, except for the pain.

Much has changed outside. But I can fool most people. Few of them really see (few people see other human beings anyway).

August 4. And another anniversary, soon.