The Letter, 10 Feb 2022
We still speak of Matt in the present tense. Love doesn’t die just because a body does.
The new white noise machine means I no longer have creepy robots bleeping at me in ever-changing subliminal patterns while I write. But it’s still dark and the baby is asleep. This letter comes to you after two weeks of feeling completely emptied out. The answer to not-writing is writing. Today I write of death.
Matti’s death didn’t come with paranormal …