The shape of absence
A few weeks ago there was a fire in my neighborhood that burnt down a house. The city tore down what was left. There’s just something about the emptiness that remains.
There used to be something there. A home. Now it is gone and there is nothing. It is empty.
How quickly things can disappear. How quickly something can go up in smoke.
In one picture the wallpaper that was underneath is visible. Sometimes we see what has been hidden.
Maybe this is the shape of grief.