death is more a part of life than living.
we are often blinded by the things that we wish would die, the traces of poison that persist—a neptunian fog creating the illusion of permanence—and we don’t see how much of ourselves is dying all of the time.
for many of us, living was a brief experience. a palpable mem…
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