"Sometimes now I forget for five minutes, ten. Sometimes it brings me to my knees. Sometimes I’ve wanted to walk towards death, not because I think they’ll be there waiting for me. It seems wrong to say that here, but I don’t. But we flirt with death, fool ourselves into believing it’s a choice – dress in black, call it an event, an experience, a release... it’s not, oblivion, and absence. It’s not even that. It defies words, because all our words need life itself to give them meaning... There is only life."