Personal Writing

  1. I Died Recently

    “Everytime a man things of death, he dies.” Every night I think of death. What happens when we die? Do we know nothing, as we did before our lives began? I know not what death entails for the one who dies. For the one who deals with death – it is like cutting off your thumb without feeling pain. It’s a painless, directionless, maddening agony. Since life hates an oxymoron, you want pain, you want direction, you go mad. How do you fight back when your enemy is time? There is no one to...
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