Quick rec: very sad but very good!
Left Behind by veterization: first fic that's made me cry legit tears in a while (as in, more than eyes watering. Tears coming out). It's a short deathfic, *really* well written and gave me deep thoughts. Like most atheists, I suppose what's left of a person after they die is their effects on other people and their memories, but what about when all those people have forgotten or died themselves or time has made their memories vague and inaccurate? Is there anything 'there' of that person? Are we ever 'gone'?
Probably this tears me up because I realized the other day I don't quite remember the sound of Sammy's meow anymore. I kind of know what he sounded like, but my memories of him are no longer sharp and accurate.
PS Further evidence that sad artworks are the best. Notice how no-one ever says The Merry Wives of Windsor is Shakespeare'*s best play. It's King Lear. With which I agree.
*I know, I know, the surviving manuscripts are blatantly collaborative and we really have no way of knowing how much of what the playwright/actor William Shakespeare actually wrote. I'm using it as shorthand. Or, as a college buddy of mine once said, 'Jude, I've lost God, Santa and the Easter Bunny. Leave me Shakespeare'.
Probably this tears me up because I realized the other day I don't quite remember the sound of Sammy's meow anymore. I kind of know what he sounded like, but my memories of him are no longer sharp and accurate.
PS Further evidence that sad artworks are the best. Notice how no-one ever says The Merry Wives of Windsor is Shakespeare'*s best play. It's King Lear. With which I agree.
*I know, I know, the surviving manuscripts are blatantly collaborative and we really have no way of knowing how much of what the playwright/actor William Shakespeare actually wrote. I'm using it as shorthand. Or, as a college buddy of mine once said, 'Jude, I've lost God, Santa and the Easter Bunny. Leave me Shakespeare'.