From 622d8461aa522e217085a31f652f471dbab4d03e Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Rye Progress Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2025 08:03:00 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] Front page --- content/_index.md | 14 ++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 14 insertions(+) diff --git a/content/_index.md b/content/_index.md index e69de29..5138f07 100644 --- a/content/_index.md +++ b/content/_index.md @@ -0,0 +1,14 @@ +--- +--- + +> I remember most of all, though, the first wail — the first recognition of loss and the first wail of despair and pain that rang out into the night — and the bright arc of a firework soaring into the sky, bursting, and then the sudden disappearance as the show was canceled. +> +> I remember hearing the wail, seeing the sparks and then sudden dark, and then stepping to my room to hide under my desk, letting flow tears of confusion, frustration, and terror. + +What Right Have I's life is wrapped in the comfort of texts and surrounds the rhythm of interpretation. Having set aside her title of rabbi and taken up that of the scholar of Beth Tikvah, her life is one of routine and familiarity, of a life dedicated to reveling in neurodivergence. She is the one who *lets* herself dwell in hyperfixation and releases the onus of optics. + +What, then, is one such as her to do when confronted with the end of the world but try her best? + +----- + +***Kaddish* is being released serially [here](https://read.post-self.ink/kaddish)!**