2000: Learning there was a life growing inside me.

2001: Reading that the atomic bomb, dropped on August 6, 1945, killed an estimated 100,000 people, "many of whom were vaporized almost instantly. 100,000 more would die from cancer and other radiation-related illnesses in the decades to come."*

These moments produced a crushing awe felt deep within, not able to be called back again, even a day later, leaving only the memory of feeling.

And now, again, the unimaginable for Japan. This phrase I came across today, from another context, speaks to the difficulty in writing about such times, despite deep empathy: "The problem with tragic representation is that it is never tragic enough." **

*In Our Own Words: Extraordinary Speeches of the American Century, p 149
**A Boal Companion, p 150


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