dusk

A young Robert Redford as death.

Convincing an old lady that it’s “ok”.

And she’s afraid, and he’s calm.

I suppose it’s about finding what sells…

People like to think they’ll live forever, that they’ll upload their minds and never face death..

The old Twilight Zone was not fucking around with that bullshit.

“You will die, and it’s alright”.

I imagine it’s a pivotal aspect of being alive.

You will.

I will.

Your children will.

My pets.

Your coworkers.

Seems like the game is fear.

Do you react when it’s time?

I dunno…

How the fuck could I know?

There was a girl in Concord and she got a sore throat.

A month and a half later, she was dead.

Little bit of that throat cancer, whilst she puffed Newports..

I heard she didn’t flinch.

In Hospice.

Right at the end.

I heard she rode out with grace and composure..

And to that, I salute.

I’m not sure if people get attached to themselves or the things they’ll leave behind..

I’m not sure…

I grew a single hair beside my eyeball.

Not part of eyebrow hair, just one rogue fucker.

“How on earth did you get here?”

And how did I not notice?

I don’t spend a lot of time staring at the temple.

Though I’ve heard you should care.