“April is the cruellest month.” Trauma has a peculiar effect on me. Prompted by dates, places, smells, passages of text, or fragments of music, my body - the muscles, bones, cells, nerves, neurons and all, harmonize to re-enact an affective experience of that ordeal. The mind attempts to forget, but some primordial agent still holds … Continue reading On living for ourselves, and a death-day reflection