A surprising metaphor for the inexorable link between life and death, with the same sense of something encroaching with age. From the slim, touching and spare novel by Robert Seethaler.

‘Death belonged to life like mould to bread.’

Source: Robert Seethaler, A Whole Life, trans. Charlotte Collins (London: Picador, 2015), p. 86

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