Above all, this blog is an archive of grief.
In ancient Greece, "ekphora" was the funeral procession that carried a dead body to its final resting place.
"We are against forgetting the dead. We are against recovery and healing. To 'heal' is to entomb, forever, the sickness. To that end we are bringing the dead back, not to haunt, but to remind us that we are always in the presence of their absence."
— Heidi Julavits, The Vanishers
But I write not to release my grip; I’m writing
to hold on to you. Perhaps you too need contact,
though you no longer exist. Perhaps you’re cold,
though you no longer exist. Perhaps you feel ill,
though you are no longer. Though you are no longer, I
shall write to you. I remember what you look like.
I remember things so little.
— Henrikka Tavi, "Mourning Cloak"