FLOATING IN A MOST PECULIAR WAY

"Death doesn’t exist. It never did, it never will. But we’ve drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we’ve got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing."

Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

(Source: fuckyeahexistentialism, via limb-of-satan)