A man died last night. Not a man I liked, or who liked me, but he didn’t deserve what he got. It wasn’t good. He wasn’t surrounded by his nearest and dearest. He didn’t pass away peacefully in his sleep. And they say it’s a small country, but we drove all night and didn’t see the end of it.
“You think you know death, but you don’t. Not until you’ve seen it, Really seen it. And it gets under your skin, and lives inside you. You also think you know life. You stand on the edge of things and watch it go by, but you’re not living it, not really. You’re just a tourist. A ghost. And then you see it, really see it. And it gets under your skin and lives inside you, and there’s no escape. There’s nothing to be done, and you know what? It’s good. It’s a good thing. And that’s all I’ve got to say about it”