Oblivion is a place. No one knows where it is, which is strange because so many people go there. Many but not all. I have it on unproven but historically consistent authority that a good deal many others go somewhere.
The empty house
This is my house. I call it a lowly bungalow. Sometimes I call it a hovel. But it’s my hovel.
What death may mean
Oftentimes during life or at the end of life, there is a need to believe. The alternative — the void, the emptiness — become too much. Too many loved ones have died. The shotgun awaits. You resist it. You cry out for help.
An Amendment to the Laws of Death
It is too early to sleep and I can’t concentrate to read, so I think about the structure of my Amendment to the Laws of Death.