The Field Tape Memory

Surgery changes people. Especially brain surgery. It rewrites rhythms.

This post isn’t about tumors. It’s about time travel. It’s about waiting rooms that become portals. It's about carrying someone you love through time, and loving who they are, again and again.

I’m healing—Jacob’s healing. We are still trying to find the same frequency.

And sometimes, in the quiet, we still do.

Here is a video I created funneling my grief through AI prompts.

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