okt dog budibadabadu: ::: a sense of an ending

Thursday, February 10, 2005

::: a sense of an ending

Death scenes are as delicate as orchids. Like death chemistry itself, they seem committed to the business of deterioration and decay. But my death scene has eternal youth. It still has the sash on the door. Do Not Cross. I cross.
(Night Train, a grrreatt novel by Martin Amis. Vintage, 1998, p.76)