Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Sometimes I Think of Death a lot

I was eleven when this happened, and it shaped my life forever. The thought of sudden and unexpected death has followed me ever since. Six years later, my dad died in front of me, of a heart attack, and I think the two events have always been tied together in my thoughts. Evev now as I walk down the streets I re-enact the asassination which is easy to do in Chicago. Like my Dad and JFK I will be here and suddenly gone.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

‘Every great work of art has two faces, one towards its own time and one towards future, towards eternity.’

— Daniel Barenboim