Fear is pretending that the couch is your entire world and the carpet is swimming in sharks, barracudas, giant eels and lost tennis shoes. If you falter, the cold will kill you as you sink into a deep infinite abyss.

The Salt House addresses the division in my Canadian and Newfoundland self. It explores isolation as being both metaphorical and literal, geographic and personal. Raft is about drowning as metaphor and historical fact. A study of the cemeteries of Newfoundland will overwhelm you with deaths due to drowning from boats being lost, people falling through the ice, or simply being swept out by the tide. The ocean is also both the traditional lover and destroyer of the Newfoundland people.

Raft also speaks of fear, loneliness and isolation. It is about unrequited desire. It is about my own relationship between my history and my seemingly inability to tell a story. The tension set up by the hyperbolic Newfoundland character and the passive, childish woman on the couch sets up a space that is much like a raft: for neither are drowning or swimming, the two create a sense of floating between two worlds.