Post mortem boredom
I am so obsessed with the dead. It finds itself in my entertainment, my art, and even in my literary choices. I guess it's the knowing that it's immanent for us all but yet so taboo. Where will I go after I'm gone. I'm enjoying "dead like me"s approach, the own personal view of the afterlife. But in that version not even the reaper knows these things. That's so forebodingly unfair, I want answers. I guess until I understand my own place in the world, I'll have to continue my search of the macabre. I am too weird sometimes. I have some new ideas for the zombie thing, but who knows if I will actually go through with it. I think I"ll begin my new painting right now. I have kinda cleaned the house.