Why do we recoil at the thought of death?
Why does death have to be about us?
Outside of our own flesh, isn’t death so very quotidien? Death is a part of us, caused by us, invisible to us.
Why do we recoil at the thought of death?
Why does death have to be about us?
Outside of our own flesh, isn’t death so very quotidien? Death is a part of us, caused by us, invisible to us.