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There is no new way to write about loss. At the heart of it the same old clichés live and breathe and repeat themselves: I miss him / I wake up thinking I’d still see her face / I miss his voice / that was her favourite shirt / I want to remember the smell of his hair – but this person is no longer there. They are no longer there.
So instead this is a story about distance: the spaces between people and places, the gaps between past and present; and about living in the gulf between what we know and what we feel.