“I just found this world a hard place to be good in,’ says Bunny, then he closes his eyes and, with an expiration of breath, goes still.”
– Nick Cave, The Death of Bunny Munro.
A death, any death, is a catastrophic and lugubrious event of which reverberates through reality like a stone pitched in clear water, it’s effect made present on each and every person caught in its perpetual wave.
A death, any death, is the death of a universe unique and novel and marvellous, an attitude, an outlook, a spark blinking out of existence for an eternity, with life now a jigsaw with a forever missing piece.
A death, any death, is out there awaiting us all, from Beatles to barnacles, from the wild Gods of our primal conscious to the stars left scattered across an immeasurable sky.
READING: The Stranger, by Albert Camus.