No-one can remember being born, and – discounting an afterlife – no-one will remember dying. Conscious life exists in our waking hours, between these two points. Some say it’s all between our ears. The poles of our existence: Birth and death. Beginning and end. Start and stop.
In between is the messy, unpredictable interlude called life.
This year’s Faclan takes us from the womb to the tomb, with film, poetry, true crime, memoir and the many voices of lived experience, concluding with an appreciation of the remarkable life and cultural contribution of the late Finlay Macleod.
