'I wonder whether I can ever say his name again, and how many others have his name, and how in hearing it being said — his name will close in around me until there is no breath or bones or me. I tease myself with the idea of speaking his name out loud. But I can’t.'
In the quietest part of the early morning, in a nondescript waiting room, a young mother navigates the aftermath of a life ended.
This immersive experience is shared with a small group of 6 people at a time.