Yellow
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Last published Sat, Mar 15, 2014
I have a confession to make. I'm a bit obsessed with death and the macabre. It feels like a guilty secret but I believe that thinking about mortality is integral to understanding ourselves, if only to put the media-driven culture we exist within into perspective. As I wrote Yellow it became obvious that I was using the narrator and protagonist to help me to understand and refine my understanding of my own mortality.
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