Sadness, and the drifting up and down between it, is important. Terrible lovely broken things, people, the bits of their brains you want to hold, to dig your fingers in just to warm them up a little. Seeking sadness, or rather seeing it, isn’t a badness. Don’t be fooled into thinking it is. To find that part in people, perhaps to touch and speak to it a little, to lift it just by recognising it… it’s as much as we have in those brief babbly moments.

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