CHRIST THE KING by CLARE MACLEAN Story by Ria Andriani
It’s like seeing a tapestry in the dark – there’s beauty, but there’s also a great deal of uncertainty. And I didn’t know which thread I was supposed to embody.
It’s like seeing a tapestry in the dark – there’s beauty, but there’s also a great deal of uncertainty. And I didn’t know which thread I was supposed to embody.
I witnessed how song memory can be locked away, or partitioned, in a brain that is ravaged by deterioration and confusion.