Horatio, I am dead.

Again. The more he declares it, the less dead he seems. Perhaps one could keep one’s self alive just by declaring one’s self dead enough. I am dead! I am dead!

Maybe that’s why Goths tend to age well – in declaring their proximity to death throughout their lives, they call forth Death’s unruly side, his/its contrary aspect.

“You’re dead?” he thinks, “No. Not even close. In fact, it’s even further now. You want me close to you? Sorry, Charlie, it’s going to be a long time til we meet.”

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