The Violet Letter

27/02/2010

Though a truism it may be to say that death is inescapable, we have become so comfortable with our mortality that it is easy to forget death’s omnipresence.  In our homes, in our subways, in our theaters, in our minds, in our bodies, in our hearts: she is everywhere, all the time.  Still, we go about our days free from the crushing weight of her constant presence, until she gently (or not) reminds us that she is still around: a drowning at a public pool, or the news from the doctor that you didn’t want to hear, or a body swinging from the overpass like a clock pendulum.  But what if she wasn’t always here? Read the rest of this entry »