Often it’s only when you tell something that you come to see its true shape. I believe this to be one of life’s great lessons. Thus nightly I narrate my story to the generations of kinfolk gathered around my hearth — really a hot-plate and the TV with the sound turned down.
“Death does not come down to the bitter annihilation of being – of all that I am, which expects to be once more, the very meaning of which, rather than to be, is to expect to be (as if we never received being authentically, but only the anticipation of being, which will be and is not, as if we were not the presence that we are, but the future that will be and are not); it is also that shipwreck in the nauseous.”
Georges Bataille