To be forgotten, is to die a little.
When it comes to the personal essays I write, I just convince myself that no one will ever read them.
I really don't know where my interest in death comes from. Maybe I've just got a twisted imagination. The truth is, I haven't had a hugely eventful life - maybe I'm compensating in my creative life. Or maybe I'm just a bit sick.
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