We are such gits sometimes. We bring such misery among us. We HURT people. We wound them.
Sometimes without even knowing it.
A while back I read a comic series – V for Vendetta – one section about a prisoner (okay…it was a little more complex than that) in a prison cell. She kept her diary on loo paper. I think the final point of it was that she and cell had been together for a very long time. The cell knew every inch of her. Except one.
Everyone should have their own inch.