If Eye of Cat is the story I don't like as much it deserves, then Donnerjack is its antithesis, my affection for it out of proportion (some would say) with its actual merit.
Those who say such things are wrong.
Today's poem is another by Emily Dickinson.
The Distance That the Dead Have Gone reflects the themes of digital afterlife, separation, mourning, and blurred boundaries between the living and the dead that Donnerjack explores. I do love this book. The generational sweep of it gives it a more epic feel than I believe the originally intended trilogy would have had.
The distance that the dead have gone
Does not at first appear —
Their coming back seems possible
For many an ardent year.
And then, that we have followed them,
We more than half suspect,
So intimate have we become
With their dear retrospect.
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