Grief is something you experience only once. It clings to you and gets woken up at random times. Maybe somebody else dies and it flares up, it's not new. Grief changes you in ways you cannot anticipate. I became a ticking time bomb.
Tonight I am sitting in a kitchen, not mine, 82 polaroids on the fridge, someone comes in and removes one. Here's grief again. This will hurt them both for years. It will hurt them again again in seemingly random moments, ticking time bombs. I can see this in their futures, there's nothing I can do. I’m just a visitor here, they see me and I see them. I cannot intervene directly.
Their path is however changed because I’m there, I am making little things happen so that the explosion will hopefully be diffused. I’m not sure it's working and I will never know.
I made pasta for four people but the table has three plates.
There's a magnet on the fridge holding nothing but itself.