"Who knows. Maybe everybody's end isn't the day they actually die, but the last time anyone speaks of them. Maybe when you die you don't really disappear, but you fade into a shadow, dark and featureless, only your outlines visible. Over time, as people forget you, your silhouette gradually fades into darkness until the final time anyone says your name on this planet. That's when your very last feature - the freckled tip of your nose, or the heart-top bubble of your lips - fades for good." The Thing About Jellyfish, Ali Benjamim















