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Sea of Grief

I'm listening to an audiobook of one of Ursula K. Le Guin's collected essays, speeches, and criticism, The Wave in the Mind, and was reminded through it of Primo Levi's work. I was looking at some and this stood out.

"The sea of grief has no shores, no bottom; no one can sound its depths."

I felt this inner pull, twisting of energy in response to them. Grief answering grief.

Perhaps that's the best analogy for Pandemic Year Two, the Sea of Grief.

I'm so weary of students crying because uncertainty, loneliness, and fear are getting to them. I'm also feeling really sad to still be here, to still have no real idea when it will change.

At least Ursa remains very cuddly.

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