Sunday, August 23, 2009

Goodbye Johnny, Hope All Your Days in Hell Are Sunny



(Abe Schulz; August 23, 1986 to December 11, 2004)

Why should death be like an abrupt awakening when there are so many other moments in life? Each moment is the moment of truth, and each one tells us the same thing.

I never had the opportunity to personally see the mural displayed above. I heard rumors about it, but by the time that I visited the place, it had been white-washed over.

Looking back on it, I think to myself now, "Ah, it makes so much sense. A wide-open space for the next image to unfold. The agents of destruction have left behind a perfect beginning."

Freedom leaves no trace behind. There's nothing to grieve over, and lots to do.

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