Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Be merry, my friends, be merry

There was a death at my workplace today. I can’t say much about it, and I wouldn’t even if I could. An untimely death is always a hideous tragedy. In the words of Paul Auster: "Death lives inside you, eating away at your innocence and your hope, and in the end you’re left with nothing but the dirt, the solidity of the dirt, the everlasting power and triumph of the dirt."