The object I found most moving in today’s visit to the National Funeral Museum is this, made by an East London woman in 1904 for her neighbour who'd given birth to stillborn twins. In a world that didn't like to discuss such things openly, this was to memorialise the woman's loss
james baldwin was so right when he said you think you’re alone and then you pick up a book and realise someone else has felt the same way as you and managed to find a language for it. the realest shit