'Alice Miller knows what is at stake in the in nitesimal, the split second, the infra-thin. The poems in her scintillating collection [.] make us aware of how precarious the earth's crust is, how treacherous the ambient oceans can be, and how ephemeral we ourselves are as we traverse great distances through the air. Thee sensory richness of Miller's poetry--her gift for evoking place through texture and season, situation through detail and lacuna--only emphasises her conviction that all that was ever loved or cherished must be swallowed up by the flow of Lethe, the river of forgetfulness.' Ranjit Hoskote on Nowhere Nearer.