I’m still writing regularly, but it’s become very introspective, which has been extremely interesting for myself but I don’t particularly feel the need to share everything that I’ve discovered. It’s good to keep some cards close. However, this blog’s still here, just ticking away, a little time capsule of Calais. Recently, I took a case…
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Grieving
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket…
Anger
“My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.”
chris afuakwah 