Flooded out and homeless

[Grief] is everything. It is the fabric of selfhood, and beautifully chaotic

—Max Porter, Grief is the Thing with Feathers, 2014: 104.

On the 4th of January 2017, eleven months after Karl’s death, a new challenge brings me sharply back to accepting my so-called reality. After a short Christmas holiday at the beach with Rose Gardener, I return to Brisbane to Rose’s house in Brisbane’s Vulture Street, my safe haven and my hideaway. Read more