She was a stranger among the living. (Patreon)

Several times in the past few years I have thought I had lost some part of myself that connected me to other people. “I don’t belong in the world. That’s what it is. Something separates me from other people.”

Mary is dead when she says that. She doesn’t know that she's dead. She thinks the problem is that she can’t connect with people. She doesn’t have community.

Sometimes those two things feel the same.

I can't see you from here, but I really do hope you're well. 

Joey