Mar 15
death shatters reality like a fist through a pane of glass. if someone tells me a story about death and portrays whatever is broken as simple or comprehensible or repairable, and there's no unpleasant shards of glass sticking out in weird places to be stepped on randomly by someone months or years later. what are you even doing. what do you think death is. death is unreality! it should feel unreal! grief is grappling with the unreality and the linear nature of time. no backsies. nothing can be undone.
