Working on the source of pain awakens something emotional, something embryonic and bewildering. The unruly return of a memory held down with the weight of a life; a beginning, or the beginning of an ending. Or perhaps it’s the distillation of something unasked for, leaking into consciousness from the amnion of the world. Shapeless and formless, blindingly intense, it gives no clue, for now, of the course it would have you follow; all you know is that something has been released, and you are full of it, you are different.
Amanda Curtin Elemental