Life Sentence Religion & philosophy The Places You’ll Go

The Places You’ll Go

to the 'making' of the pig in winter

Finn can’t imagine loving anyone again

From flamboyant frilled lizards to burly blue-tongues

Life Sentence Religion & philosophy The Places You’ll GoHow a dream job became a nightmare 'I'm awake again, shaking, sweating. My heart is racing and I stare into the dark. I can't close my eyes. I fear the images too many to count. They swim behind my eyelids; I am drowning in their terror. Suicides, heart attacks, murders, car crashes. The images come again and again. All the dead people . . . I have to touch their legs, their arms, reach into their pockets, look into their unseeing eyes for clues.'