Nick Cave on Living with Loss and the Central Paradox of Grief as a Portal to Aliveness
Perched near the untimely end of a life strewn with losses, contemplating what remains when a loved one vanishes into "the drift called the infinite," Emily Dickinson wrote: Each that we lose takes part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.
