“Alice looked at the sky and sniffed at the heavens. Night seemed to swallow her. It was true, then, her ancient, girlish understanding. Grief is like space walking. It is nothing terrestrial. Laws of gravity alter, and bodies tilt and… — Gail Jones Copy Share Image
“Alice looked at the sky and sniffed at the heavens. Night seemed to swallow her. It was true, then, her ancient, girlish understanding. Grief… — Gail Jones Copy Share Image
“In photographs taken from the sky, cities resembled circuit boards. It was no surprise, really, that there were sparky misfirings, dangerous connections. Even traffic,… — Gail Jones Copy Share Image
“Camus had said in his 'Carnets' that the lives of others appear always, from the outside, to have a completion our own dismally lacks.… — Gail Jones Copy Share Image
Shifts within friendships happen in imperceptible increments. There is distance, then assurance. Misconjecture, caution, gradual convergence. So much depends on the respect accorded to… — Gail Jones Copy Share Image
