The coffin and the womb
What Have I Seen: Reflections on Seeing from Those Who Live
Toward the end of my marriage to my first husband—the house got ice cold, the air closed in. If you’ve never had someone refuse to speak to you for hours, for days—for reasons unclear—I am relieved for you—and the temperature of this experience may be hard to understand, its hollowness and desperation. It’s as if someone has locked you in the most caver…