Grimly, she realized that clocks don't make a sound that even remotely resembles ticking, tocking. It was more the sound of a hammer, upside down, hacking methodically at the earth. It was the sound of a grave. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I g-g-guess...I'm dead?" she heard her own voice call out, strangely high-pitched and thin.For a long time, she heard nothing else. And then:"Hi, Dead. I'm Dan. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
With one long breath, caught and held in his chest, he fought his sadness over his solitary life. Don't cry, you idiot! Live or die, but don't poison everything... Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Neither of the two people in the room paid any attention to the way I came in, although only one of them was dead. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Makhluk kecil kembalilah. Dari tiada ke tiada. Berbahagialah dalam ketiadaanmu. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Death is an inevitability, isn't it? You become more aware of that when you get to my age. I don't worry about it. I'm ready for it. When I go, I want to go doing what I do best. If I died tomorrow, I couldn't complain. It's been good. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I wish I had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new lungs. Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Whenever you see flies or insects in a still life—a wilted petal, a black spot on the apple—the painter is giving you a secret message. He’s telling you that living things don’t last—it’s all temporary. Death in life. That’s why they’re called natures mortes. Maybe you don’t see it at first with all the beauty and bloom, the little speck of rot. But if you look closer—there it is. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>