Osdd 1b [better] Today

That’s who.

That’s the cruelty of OSDD-1b.

I remember K. making toast. I remember the warmth of her joy. But I cannot feel why it was there. It sits in my chest like a photograph of a stranger’s birthday. I was there. I have the proof. But the emotional negative is blank. osdd 1b

A short piece of internal monologue / fractured prose. That’s who

I am a house with no locked doors, but every room has a different season. every mood swing

And because we remember every handoff, every mood swing, every contradiction... we also remember the loneliness of knowing you are a committee, not a captain.