The afternoon forecast shows another bright hot day. You are tired of the sun, so you block all light that can enter your room. You like it like this, to lie comatose in silence. You are thinking about empathy, not about how to empathise but about the very frameworks of empathy. You have this habit to prod into things, this insatiable need to build up questions and tire yourself in this pursuit of answers. You remember the lines from a poem,
#7 On Empathy
#7 On Empathy
#7 On Empathy
The afternoon forecast shows another bright hot day. You are tired of the sun, so you block all light that can enter your room. You like it like this, to lie comatose in silence. You are thinking about empathy, not about how to empathise but about the very frameworks of empathy. You have this habit to prod into things, this insatiable need to build up questions and tire yourself in this pursuit of answers. You remember the lines from a poem,