Death Is.


“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.

Death is.

READING: The Stranger, by Albert Camus.

LISTENING:  In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, by Neutral Milk Hotel.

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