I’ve been clogged for some time now, but I’m used to being filled, so it’s not a big deal. And any time room presents itself, I fill up the space. That’s what’s great about it: It can be filled with almost anything: laughs, anger, food—like I said, almost anything. But lately the space feels like it can’t be filled; It’s scary; the more I put in it’s like—it’s like there’s more room. I just don’t get it. So I called … Continue reading Unplugged