September 2011
1 post
Living like a Gravedigger
I do not know what it is like to be dead. I can only imagine it to be like sleep—but longer. And perhaps better. Maybe even more peaceful. But it seems impossible to imagine that. Sleep and death. Brothers that share the same bedroom. I have seen movies where people die, I have read many books and plays where the same happens. I’ve even watched people I love get older, sicker...
