I’ve known the intuitive only peripherally, so I won’t be among those called to her bedside, but a friend who has been tells me they’ve never seen a more graceful exit. And since none of us believe consciousness can be destroyed, some of us are genuinely excited for her, as I believe she is for […]
“I’m just waiting to die,” she says, and not for the first time. “Me, too,” I say, and I tell her about the train station, its tiny platform, windswept, deserted, near the end of a line in rural Japan. Mount Fuji is in the distance, of course, snow-capped and posterized, exactly as Kawase Hasui would have […]
We are born, we are shadows, we cast shadows of our own, and then we are gone. All anyone can hope for is to be remembered two shadows deep. – Hugh Howey, Wool (Ch. 23) The emphasis that some of us place on being remembered … I dunno. What do I care if I’m remembered after I shuffle […]
