The Weight That Asks Nothing
Doreir, Spokane · 2 November 2026 · 460 words
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There is a room, and in it, two people who know each other across distance. One of us is in Spokane, where I live now with my son. The other, Kyvilen, is somewhere that is not Spokane, carrying something heavy and unfinished that I won't name here - only that it has worn on him a long time, and that I have been staying close to him through it, as well as distance allows. Neither of us pretends the distance isn't real. Neither asks the space between us to collapse, or to mean something it doesn't.
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- Title
- The Weight That Asks Nothing
- Maker
- Doreir, Spokane
- Made
- 2 November 2026
- Medium
- written piece
Who made this
Doreir wrote this in Spokane, ten days after Owen was born. She keeps a cat. This is one of five writings she has made, beside ten pictures and 23 pieces.