Death as a spare room. A space we never enter, rarely even think about. A door kept safely locked.
Unused but necessary, the spare room is a presence that defines us as grown-ups, adults who feel the need to be, who are, prepared. For any eventuality. For the eventuality.
(inspired by Helen Garner's brave and terrifying book)
P.S. Merry Christmas to you too!
2 comments:
A lil'morbid for x-mas...but season's greetings none the less...will check out the book...
A lil'morbid for x-mas...but season's greetings none the less...will check out the book...
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