> Every time I wash my hair, I think about my mother. Again and again, as I squeeze a dollop of shampoo into my hands and begin to rub lather into my scalp, I remember. In her last months she … Continue reading →
“Torn between the hope of living forever and the fear of never dying”
–Jose Saramago, in Death with Interruptions
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