Encouragement for the Dead
ENCOURAGEMENT FOR THE DEAD None of this is going to work out. The boat will sink, or the boat will float another hundred years before it sinks. The house will uncover a fix you can’t afford, or maybe you fix the house and it affords you a dry place to fall apart, covered from the rain. The garden will slowly be overrun by rabbits when your fingers are too arthritic to pull the trigger of the pellet gun, or maybe you pull the trigger of the pellet gun and hit a rabbit who has a thousand rabbit relatives: the garden will be overrun. Eventually, with your consent or without it, you’ll get up one night or in the morning and wander off into the woods to see for yourself where the sound of the waterfall is coming from. You’ll leave the door open behind you and the air conditioning will slip out like a breath between the ribs. So breathe easy, friend. You’re dead already. You can never die. Fear not.