Roseena Veronika Hussain

‘The sight of the waves miles out, their dutiful and frenetic solitude, their dull indifference to their fate, made me want to cry out… It came to me then that the sea is not a pattern, it is a struggle. Nothing matters against the fact of this. The waves were like people batttling out there, full of consciousness and will and destiny and an abiding sense of their own beauty.’

– Colm Tóibín, The Empty Family