There is a shipwreck between your ribs and it took eighteen yearsfor me to understand how to understand your kind of drowning.There are people who cannot be held quietly. There are screamsthat are never externalized. If I looked at the photo albums of yourpast twenty years, all I would find are decibel meter graphs ofphone calls and the intensity of your silence as you sat smoking cigarettes in the garage.There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box withfragile written on it, and so many people have not handled youwith care.And for the first time, I understand that I will never knowhow to apologize for beingone of them. – Shinji Moon