That death is not the end. is the ending I wrote quite spontaneously for this post when I searched for a story to accomodate these images.
Of course in many ways it is the end, I realize that. There are only two ways I know of to transcend death: to become famous, to have children, and perhaps the best way is to become an auctorial descriptive in the style of Ballardian, Borgesian, Kafkaesque, Brechtian, Joycean, Orwellian, Pinteresque, Sadistic/Sadism, Machiavellian, and Draconian.
I realize that you are still mourning for your loved one. I have lost dear ones too, but that is of no comfort to you. For all your preoccupation with death, I have not seen you write about it, would you like to?
That sounds pedantic. It’s just that I haven’t seen a death-related image on your blog, and knowing your predilection for images, I gather you have some stashed somewhere.
No?
That death is not the end. is the ending I wrote quite spontaneously for this post when I searched for a story to accomodate these images.
Of course in many ways it is the end, I realize that. There are only two ways I know of to transcend death: to become famous, to have children, and perhaps the best way is to become an auctorial descriptive in the style of Ballardian, Borgesian, Kafkaesque, Brechtian, Joycean, Orwellian, Pinteresque, Sadistic/Sadism, Machiavellian, and Draconian.
I realize that you are still mourning for your loved one. I have lost dear ones too, but that is of no comfort to you. For all your preoccupation with death, I have not seen you write about it, would you like to?
Jan
would you like to?
That sounds pedantic. It’s just that I haven’t seen a death-related image on your blog, and knowing your predilection for images, I gather you have some stashed somewhere.
J