St. Mark's on Thursday. Another grief group. Another circle of faces I don't know, all wearing the same look. Like they're trying to remember how to breathe. I keep waiting for someone to say something real. Something that isn't about 'finding peace' or 'honoring their memory.' I just want someone to say they're fucking angry. That it's not fair. That the world is a dumpster fire. Is that so much to ask?