Beth, Terror From The Stars
When my mother was dying of gallbladder cancer, spread through the peritoneum, spread through the liver, when she was in the bed of a hospice with all the perspective she would ever need, we talked. "I want to be in a monster suit," she said. "Like Guilala, like whatsitsname, felling cardboard skyscrapers, stomping on small-scale bridges, roaring at wired planes, being ferocious and being free."
13 November 2016