After a major stroke, my estranged dad was left severely disabled. He spent weeks in a rehab facility. My apartment was the closest, so I ended up spending hours with a man I did not know very well.

The only thing that gave him joy was sitting outside in the sun for hours. I did a fair amount of talking, since he was unable to speak.

I took some photographs.

His stroke and my experience of it would later be fictionalised in my debut novel, Oktober/October.