There are wounds that never heal; scars that are stubborn; memories that will not fade or be forgotten.

I have dreams which return: night after night, the same images.

God transformed Lot’s wife (did she have a name?) into a pillar of salt because she looked back. The unconscious is made of salt – buried, a crystalline past.

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