i constantly think about death. i wonder what it would feel like to be dead, and the different ways i might go. when ecstatic, it seems good to die at the height of one’s joy. when in the dumps, death seems a release. this is a bit of an improvement, actually…i used to wonder what it would be like if various people in my life were to die. i did not wish them dead, just wondered how i would feel if they did.
morbid, certainly, and somehow…strange.
then i read ‘daytripper’. the series of 10 stories follows the various deaths of Bras de Oliva Domingos, at various stages/ages in his life (heh). the stories range from the mystical to the innocent to the hopeful to the gritty. in quite a few of them Bras is an obituarist, and each of the stories ends with a short obit. the series is beautifully drawn+coloured, and complements the text very well.
i feel less strange now.
go here for another review. and here for what would have been an awesome obit.
Morbid aren’t we?
but of course! always!
Where are your words, dude? Where the old smouldering fire?
heh. smouldering fire.
i could relate to this comic. will try and get a copy here. tho not a comic, it, or what u wrote about it, somehow reminds me of milan kundera’s the unbearable lightness of being. read the other review too..too bad i can’t get it online – can i?
i should read that one. been meaning to for years. trying to get it…will send it if i do.
Where have you disappeared?
run out of stuff to say lol.