There was a bit of drama in my street earlier on today. It was all a big kerfuffle that came to a head when a lady was taken away in a body bag. It wasn't nice, and I won't make light of it at all.
It did make me think, though, as death always does. The temporary nature of everything. The brevity of existence. The futility of life. All things typical of a standard existential crisis, I believe. It's not something I can really put down on paper, nor would I really want to. There's a swirl of typical morbidity going on up there and it's hard to translate into the ol' language.
If you look up the second half of the lyrics to "On My Way To Work", then you'll see that it's a good song. Oh, and it describes some of the feelings well. WITH SOME SCREAMING.
The nature of death is extremely interesting, but I doubt I have any perspective on it that hasn't been noted before. It comes with life and there's no escaping it, but that shouldn't mean that life is a slow descend into its jaws. Enjoy yourself. Always enjoy yourself.
"Do whatever you want". - Me.
(I need to start making these longer. I need to stop writing these at 3am.)
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