Bending Genres published by personal essay “Overdue Elegy.” Thank you, editors!
You wouldn’t know how often I think of you. We didn’t see each other during the last years of your life. Not because of differences or hard feelings: Our lives had simply forked like two roads and somewhere among us flowed a river. We wrote to each other occasionally, building a digital bridge word by word. You confided in me, despite our distance, telling me about your darkness, which was spiraling and never-ending. I took your disclosures as proof that a true connection once existed between us.
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