There’s a word in Japanese for being sad in the springtime – a whole word for just being sad – about how pretty the flowers are and how soon they’re … - Sarah Ruhl

And in this day and age, we sometimes seem to care more about the record of joy than the experience of joy itself.

Oh, where is it, where did my past go, when I was young, happy and intelligent, when my dreams and thoughts had some grace, and the present and future were lit up with hope? Why is it, that when we've just started to live, we grow dull, gray, uninteresting, lazy, useless, with flattened-out souls?

Listen to her the way you would listen
to your own daughter
if she died too young
and tried to speak to you
across long distances.