Death is an end. Except it isn't. Of course it's not. Traffic keeps flowing, the sun rises and sets, and the world continues. My own personal grief is another thing that began before the death and continues after the moment. Every day is different. There is bereftness, and occasions where I catch myself thinking I … Continue reading The long afterwards
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Doctor Who: Familiar Universes
I drew three conclusions about the Doctor Who episode It Takes You Away. To me the themes were obvious, but satisfying amid the classic Who scares, Doctory-mythos talk, a fairy tale turned reality, and a Scandi-noir story that turned into something else. But to the conclusions, first:) Mother Rite The very first thing I thought … Continue reading Doctor Who: Familiar Universes
Nothing matters and it all does
When confronted by death I am full of useless impulses to be doing. I think. I attempt poetry. I weep. I don't want to eulogise. I look up rituals. I listen. I wait and cannot. I sleep, or try to. I wake, and try not to. I complete my usual household tasks. I watch grey clouds … Continue reading Nothing matters and it all does
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