and the simple pleasure of gripping something with all your might and watching it slip through your knuckles regardless, watching these microscopic specks reconstitute themselves into something bigger than you. […]
Right now, I am a corpse. Perhaps later I’ll be a downward-facing dog or a bridge or some complex molecular structure but as of this moment, corpse suits me fine. […]
This painting in the background was the inspiration for my short story, “The Mural.” It’s called Garden of Earthly Delights by Hieronymus Bosch, and it’s one of my favorites.