Delightful Inconsistent

I think you're probably right. Some of the things that are hovering in my head right now as pathways are Guy Maddin's The Saddest Music in the World (which I didn't realize was a project that originated with Kazuo Ishiguro, one of my favorite writers?) and the song "Gloomy Sunday," and the ways mourning music can be communal and isolated in the age of broadcast, same song played in different rooms. It seems like mainly what has allowed me to feel connected/disconnected with grief that is not my grief is podcasts, which do that stranger intimacy.