Death.
"Whenever I ride or drive, my mind doesn’t think of anything except death. Not all the time — but always when I see a bridge, it flashes: this is going to collapse. Or when a 15-ton truck thunders past, carrying extra weight: yes, this might hit me, and my head would be a dosa — without the chutney.
Or maybe I’ll get dizzy from low sugar. Or maybe I’ll be listening to Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony — the second movement — and go crazy and drive off a hill.
See, anything that has to happen, will happen. But not acting according to that — that’s the real sin.
And yet, knowing all this won’t stop me from writing this down.
These are the thoughts I have about death."
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