Woke up amid darkness to a confusion of time and place. Feeling the tug of familiarity, I was deeply sad that this place I seemed to love I would have to leave.

It was my room, my house, recognizable but unfamiliar. I couldn't access the well of memories resting just out of reach. For once, emotion cut loose from thought.

NYC 2016

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How do I handle this core conviction that love means loss?
The compulsion to clutch, the obsession with letting go, they don't subside.