Necropolis | Life is the cenotaph [and empty chambers are the embers of a laugh [you gave up [

When I am buried you can just as well imagine yourself in the coffin with me, but you cannot feel the edges of the wood. It all spreads out and you feel nothing but darkness around you, and who knows how many others lie sprawled out beside you, around you, just out of reach, and that is what my death is, and what life is.