Why it matters why

I lost my best friend almost four years ago. She committed suicide. Even stated in its bluntest form, this fact does not convey what that was like. In the first hideous week after her death, I felt utterly dismembered. I recall sitting in the bath, watching my one hand mechanically passing a facecloth over the… Continue reading Why it matters why


And then it was over

So here I am in Tana airport, seated airside and approved by the luggage arbitrators, the Malagasy emigration authorities and the Plague Police to leave the Red Island. I’m not sure how I feel about that. The past month was always meant to be relatively calm and conducive to wrapping up and winding down. I… Continue reading And then it was over