About the work

You know the thing they’re celebrating. You’ve held it. You’ve polished it, too. And you’ve felt that same weight in your own chest, the quiet hum of something that has to be kept, even if you’re not sure why anymore. It’s a job, like any other, this maintaining of something that outlives its use. That tired steadfastness on their faces, it’s not from the party. It’s from the keeping.