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[currente_calamo]

They were so quiet I never knew they moved in. In passing one afternoon, mum told me we had new next-door neighbours. A beautiful young couple engaged and very much in love, the girl being the daughter of our other neighbours. I never saw her. The boy I saw once or twice from my loungeroom window. They kept to themselves

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[magnus_felix]

Such is the way we are. We spend so much time looking out for death. Really it may take us at any moment and all our plans and deeds go awry.

I think death will always fascinate me, its ceremonies, religious implication and in western culture the deification of our dead. Indeed the greatest question that Hamlet asks himself is not "to be or not to be" but "What dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil?"

Interesting short story by Will Self, i'll have to lend to you. It basically says that dead people don't really die, they just move to another part of the country, an absence, not a wound.

[broken_chiasmus]

mmmm. nice. i love the soft details. always a sucker for piercing minutiae amongst enormity. just started reading richard brautigan's 'in watermelon sugar'. its a short, astonishing book. but the writing reminds me of this.