Lately I am fascinated by the idea of an embedded thorn slowly leaving one’s foot, the tread that pulls and pushes, re-embeds and worries.

This might be what we call memory or experience or haunting.

The image has a certain weight to it, what we might term a call to embodied empathy. It has replaced the vague idea of an “ache,” that long-standing image of non-specific discomfort.