I have this strange obsession with death lately... perhaps i'm just trying to understand it, or accept it. Death doesn't scare me at all. It just fascinates me. How can a person be there one moment...and then gone the next? The existence of the soul is most evident in the instance of death. Whatever made the person ...that person.... leaves, and all that is left is a shell. Its too bad we can't know what its like until it actually happens.
I swear I'm a good person.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
This class just about killed me. My comfort zone was so warm and comfy, and I had everything set up just how I liked, with my Diet Dr. Pepper and my sketchbook and my many many drawings of toothy zombies, then this class reached in and grabbed me by the hair and wrenched me from my cocoon, whining and complaining all the while.