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I am going to tell you something and I need you to stay with me. There is a film on Netflix right now in which a CGI octopus named Marcellus narrates the emotional healing journey of a grieving widow and I watched every single minute of it with my whole chest open like an idiot. Alfred Molina voices the octopus. He is wry. He is world weary. He has opinions. I respected him enormously. The crying is entirely Sally Field's fault. She plays Tova, a woman who has lost her husban

There are books you read once and carry forever, lodged somewhere between the ribs. Albert Camus' The Stranger was that book for us, the one that arrived at exactly the right age when the world felt arbitrary and grief felt impossible to perform on cue. Meursault was not a villain. He was just a man who could not make his insides match what the outside demanded. We understood him completely. We were young. The sun had never tried to kill anyone we knew. And yet. So when Fra