We look for reasons for our experiences, our losses, our pain.
We give it shape, a narrative, even mythologize it - something that proves it mattered, ultimately building a house to explain the hurt, so we have something resembling firm ground to stand on.

Participants read a farewell letter aloud, once, to someone they are no longer with. I take the recording, trace its waveform, and print it in 3D - the rise and fall of a voice fixed into an object you can hold.

Submitted to DARIAH.

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