Dear Mr. Gaiman,
This isn’t a question, but it is a thank you. I carry a lot of existential dread and anxiety about my future--and as a result I have a constant undercurrent of terror about dying. (Sometimes I’ll be so convinced I’m going to die that day that I do some very silly things.) I don’t know when I’m going to die, how I’ll die, how it’ll feel, what’ll happen after…etc etc. And the uncertainty over It All is like a giant terrible wave of Sick Feelings and Hopelessness and Rawrgh Insert More Bad Adjectives Here.
That’s not my point, my point is: Sandman—The Sound of Her Wings. Watching the characters come to terms with their death is fascinatingly emotional. I felt a sting of the age-old existential crisis, and gosh, seeing some of the panic and grief was heavy. But besides it all, I really wanted to know more about Death. She seemed like a very cool entity, I’d want to talk to her for hours about everything.
I felt a little sad, sitting there and thinking that that won’t happen when I die, but then I realize, wait, the best part about believing in nebulous concepts such as life after death is that I can believe whatever I want to. I don’t think Kirby Howell-Baptiste is actually going to lead me into the afterlife, but I can think that when I die, Death will meet me and be as kind and understanding as your portrayal of her. It makes me feel a little bit better about the whole ordeal if I can talk to someone comforting at the end.
So yes, thank you for such beautiful writing and for making me feel a little less ill and uncertain. You have a very good day/night, and I’m hoping this strike will yield a satisfactory ending soon enough.
Thank you. So do I.
