K: You did. And here I am writing to you, writing out all my feelings, my thoughts. I’ve never thought about myself before. I was always focused on A and Noah, but not on me. I thought if I moved fast enough through my days then the loneliness could never catch up with me. Then it began to interrupt my nights and haunt the silent hours. When A and Noah slept, I woke. And I awakened to a darkness which pressed in on me from the inside. I walked and walked and walked. Room to room, object to object. Everything changes in the nighttime and the most familiar things become unfamiliar. But maybe that was because I had begun not to recognize myself either and therefore I couldn’t recognize myself in the objects which were supposed to anchor me to my life, my family, my home…