"Grief is a most peculiar thing, we're so helpless in the face of it.
It's like a window that will simply open in its own accord.
The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver.
But it opens a little less each time, and a little less;
and one day we wonder what has become of it."
-Memoirs of a Geisha
Will start reading Chapter 26 next Saturday!