I really don’t even know what to write. After returning to the condo several times since the fire, I have ended up with a lot of half burnt stuff to clean off and more sadness in my heart than I ever thought possible.
Every time I go back I am confronted by a terrifying scene, a stage of sorts on which I perhaps used to live. As words run out I can only use my camera.
Even my camera cannot accurately describe what is left there.