Walk that unmarked path into the woods, endless timber Of tears, fears, joy… the trail rediscovers, uncovers And when you return in ten months or ten years In the mirror, there is a new creature, a new calibre.

QZ8501: When comfort cannot do its job

Yesterday, QZ8501 crashed mercilessly into the ocean, bringing 160 precious lives along with it. They must’ve received many comforting words and lovely cards… but death, it sits with them. It is all-consuming and inky – it fills up their lungs with black ink. Comfort can only venture to the edges of death – it cannot go…