Author’s note: in case you may have missed it, last week I wrote a letter reflecting on some of my experiences in the wake of my friend Justine’s death. (This was in lieu of my normal monthly newsletter-format— all entries of which you can read here on the TL blog section.)

To add further reflection…

On what I think is a more universal note than not… I’ve seen there to be a certain ‘un-grounding’ aspect to what commonly happens when something terrible has occurred. I hate… hate… hate, that in completing this page, particularly in the aftermath of Justine’s death… I drew only too easily from reality I had around me, in capturing the atmosphere here between Prachi, Amaira, Aparna, and all the other workers around.