"pardon my metaphysics"
During the last weeks of her life, when Gillian Rose was finally succumbing to the cancer that she had lived with for two and a half years, hospitalised, Rose continued to write daily. Howard Caygill published extracts from these final notebooks. Amongst the various pericopae is this text.
God is not nice
God is not Uncle
God is an earthquake
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