May 23
your slaughterhouse, your killing floor
Scientists think the brain is like a bomb, or like a lightbulb. They think in your last moments, everything in there goes off, power surges and blows out before going dim. They think you’ll feel everything all at once in one blinding flash. Poets fantasize about this, about how things will finally make sense, about how life’s meaning is hidden in those final seconds; electricity lighting up visions of first memories and what home really is.
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Secret Agent Curt Mega kills Owen Carvour for the first time almost immediately upon meeting.
