Caught infinitely falling into the event horizon.
The affirmation of the right to die over the will of others. The music is blaring out and the sense of loss is looped continuously by the stillness of a photograph.
Misery so horrible its comedy.
The music o(more)f a pitch and repetition that grinds.
Nothing anyone would want to endure.
To capture that moment of dying so perfectly.
Fear that humbles the brave, who dare to call on death before it's time.
They will look at the grimace and just as they fall past that terminal point will know the answers we can only wonder at now.
Will liberation occur?
The living go on living.
The family finds their loved one dead.
Taken back into the source by an unnatural hand.
For those who have never wondered at the exquisite darkness of death it's such a strange and stupid fascination.
But for those who have gazed longingly at the exit and written their notes to say goodbye, it represents relief.