I thought a long time about Syringa. That she was the beginning of love and the beginning of mourning both. Wasn’t that what Acheron had said the day we met? That I only mourned Alice because I loved her? That I only despaired over what I cared for? It was like turning a mirror, seeing life that way, seeing that love could not exist without mourning.
The complete Fiery World, on living in the world with and after grief, on the website in June 2022