Two months of a lifetime. That's the timeframe of the unnamed protagonist's memory of death - a memory welded by thoughts spun around the belief that death comes home the day we are born. An internalised belief that thoughts, even those stray ones, have the power to hasten death.
For death is a stalker. It lurks in the corners, slinking under shadows.
'In Memory of Death' is a fictionalised account of those two-months in a new country, in a new guise. It is a tale of plundered dreams and uncertain tomorrows, a narrative of life snuffed without protest. An impulsive belief that nothing is a coincidence, that every event is birthed by a single thought. The offshoots taking the protagonist to uncharted horizons - even human trafficking.
'In Memory of Death' goes beyond that thought, venturing deeper into the protagonist's obsession with death; igniting macabre visions that guide her toward her final destination.