Snowbrush

I was in the kitchen last night when I was suddenly so overcome by the fear of death that I couldn't have felt much worse had I been on...

I meditate on death and little but death. In every face, I see the eyes of a corpse, but it’s also my own corpse that I see. My body becomes...

As I lie awake in the wee hours, I think of death, not so much mine as Peggy’s. I don’t believe I could live without her. I don’t believe I ...