"The box became a vault, collecting in darkness, always collecting, pictures, words, my parents' glances, becoming loaded with weight. It sank deeper as I grew older, so packed with undigested things that finally it became impossible to ignore. I knew the iron box would some day have to be dredged up into the light, opened, its contents sorted our, but I had built such fortifications that it had become inaccessible.
I needed tricks to get near it, strategies to cut through the belt of numbness that formed each time I made a move toward it...
I needed tricks to get near it, strategies to cut through the belt of numbness that formed each time I made a move toward it...
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