Death. Ha ha. I never knew I was obsessed with it. Since when? Since forever. It seems so obvious now. And there’s a fine line between life and death. Like with food. You eat to survive, but you overeat to commit a slow suicide. They seem so extreme, but actually it’s a razor thin line. Anyone who toys with the idea of death sees parallels all the time. You’re always almost dead. I don’t know if it’s as much morbid as it is steeped in pathos. Another fine line. I wish I could say they weren’t everywhere. I also think they are very Buddhist. If the middle way weren’t so elusive, we’d all have found it by now.