We’ve already died. Death shouldn’t frighten us. We died long ago. We were born dead, right? We’re used to death. We at home with dying.
Dying’s all we’ve ever done. All we’ve ever wanted is to come to term. To die, finally. To meet the Limit.
We’re in suspense. We’re in Limbo. Until … until. The death sentence is finally carried out.
And in the meantime? Infinite dying. Dying, just dying.
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