From the Confession Booth
Real souls. Real weight. Real release. Every name protected forever.
"I told a child their drawing was not very good. They were five. They had worked hard on it and showed it to me with such pride. I do not know why I said what I said. Their face changed completely. I have never forgotten the speed with which I extinguished that small joy."
"I made a comment about a colleagues appearance once, very quietly, to a mutual friend. I thought it was funny. It was repeated. It got back to them. They never confronted me. They just became quieter around me and eventually requested a transfer. I never apologised."