In her novels and private correspondence, the gap was narrowed. What was human became animal and what was animal became human.

Suspended between death and life, the vampire occupies a liminal space wherein typical boundaries can be blurred.

Today Milan Kundera died; and forty years ago, a different student entered his world of middle-aged fever-dreams.

We are player, viewer, voyeur, flaneur, spectator, and character all at once.

I am terror, peril, and spectre, all at once.

Eventually, he was lost to the mists of time, and a Charles Dickens Statue diaspora sprawled across Sydney.