On an earlier topic. I think the woman behind Hiro, towards the left, its the bitch who prompted Tadashi to go inside the burning building.
Anon, I think I just fell in love with you!
I could totally see it. She didn’t realise who Tadashi was until the newspaper article came out. She inadvertently feels guilty for Tadashi’s death so she didn’t go to the memorial service at SFIT. However in Tadashi’s obituary (for our sake let’s say there is one), she sees when the funeral will be.
Seeking closure for her sake, she goes to the funeral and from her spot behind Aunt Cass, she is near the boy who was with Tadashi. She realizes that the boy is Tadashi’s younger brother.
She wants to tell Hiro after the funeral how sorry she is for telling Tadashi Professor Callaghan was inside but the words don’t come up when it’s time. All she can say is that she is sorry for the loss.
Car crash - If you could take a road trip anywhere where would you
I would love to go see the Mutter Museum and spend Halloween in
Salem, stopping at every strange little roadside attraction from here
Disease - Describe your ideal funeral.
It is silent and cool outside. Everyone is dressed in black and
gathered around a casket and an open grave. There are flowers. So
many flowers, roses, dahlias, irises, lilies, daises. Someone has
placed a few books and my favorite doll in the coffin with me.
Someone else places a silver coin over each of my closed eyes, so
that I may pay the ferry man. There is no preacher, no talk of
heaven. My friends speak instead, someone tells that story, even
though it’s not really fit to tell at a funeral. No one minds
though. Bach’s Under the Stars plays as they lower my casket. A
woman leans down to invite my ghost to a seance she is holding next
week. It starts to gently rain.
An Experimental Assault On The Auditory System is four tracks of punishing harsh noise, meant to cause physical auditory pain. The fourth and final track is exclusive to downloads and CD purchases. CD will come with randomly packaged artwork, either my photography or edits of mine. Limited to 15.
ANTI-SILENCE // The final output from my project Fit For A Funeral, aside from a live recording of my performance at Florida Noise Ordinance Fest 2 that will be out after the fest. This is the closest thing to an LP I recorded.
I often dream of my father’s death, because he is the only thing that keeps me alive. I often question the god I don’t believe in. I often question why I haven’t taken my own life, but maybe it’s not mine to take. I often question why I wouldn’t even shudder if I found out you were gone. I often question why you’re even still here at all. I’m dead to you.