Writings of a madman who lived through a thousand deaths. Also about taking things just as seriously as they deserve.
The last four posts in these series dealt with an unhealthy exposure to death as a possible reason of my madness. While that theory seemed really tempting for a while, I eventually ruled it out. Not completely, mind you, but at some stage I became sure that my life-long deathly contemplations and the actual premature … Continue reading How I Didn’t Burn Out
This is the last post in these series that involves actual people dying. At least for a good long while, I hope. If you've been here before, you might know about Mates, Apacka and Berry. They were my friends, and they are all dead. They've gone way before the fickle beast of life expectancy statistics … Continue reading So What’s My Problem with Death, Really?
