I have been listening to a lot of dead people lately.
Dead musicians I’m obsessed with: Aaliyah, Eyedea, Amy, Selena, and Jimi just this morning
Dead people I’m obsessed with: a cassette of my oral history report I did on my grandma in 7th grade, Hemingway’s audio clip archives, George Carlin, Frida, Dom DeLuise.
Nancy told me a state of rebirth often requires ruminations upon death. That makes sense to me, especially because when I immerse myself in the art and personalities of those that have passed, I feel like they become alive and breathing again through me thinking of them.
So I guess I am not so much obsessed with death than I am remembering the living.
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