Barre Fitzpatrick traces the tidal boundary between reminiscence and rumination

Barre Fitzpatrick traces the tidal boundary between reminiscence and rumination

Barre Fitzpatrick traces the tidal boundary between reminiscence and rumination

Barre Fitzpatrick traces the tidal boundary between reminiscence and rumination

November isn't only the month of the dead; it is also the month of the dying, which is all of us. Catherine Foley reflects on the immensity of our infinitesimal lives.

November isn't only the month of the dead; it is also the month of the dying, which is all of us. Catherine Foley reflects on the immensity of our infinitesimal lives.

November isn't only the month of the dead; it is also the month of the dying, which is all of us. Catherine Foley reflects on the immensity of our infinitesimal lives.

November isn't only the month of the dead; it is also the month of the dying, which is all of us. Catherine Foley reflects on the immensity of our infinitesimal lives.

November isn't only the month of the dead; it is also the month of the dying, which is all of us. Catherine Foley reflects on the immensity of our infinitesimal lives.

Olive Travers considers the antiquity of our sense - shared, it would seem, with elephants - that, in spite of our fragile, finite existence, death is not the end.