When I leave this world I want to be sitting in a bookstore at night, an old man in a big chair, crumpled sweater, baggy corduroys, & wire spectacles. I’ll have just read a beautifully melancholic passage from Kundera, feel warm and sleepy as I lay the book across my belly and nap. The rise and fall of my chest will remind me of being on a boat out at sea rocking me to sleep. And with one big sigh the waters will calm and my soul will detach and continue on its journey, no longer sailing but flying. If I’m lucky no one will notice. But if someone does, I hope it is a fellow booklover who may even work there. I won’t mind if her hair is a strange color or she has rings in her nose, brow and ears. I just hope she has the presence of mind to keep it to herself until after closing time when the arrival of the ambulance will not upset anyone and I’ll be long gone.
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8 comments:
Strangely serene. I too hope to go in a chair with a book, but I was thinking more in front of a fireplace with a brandy.
What a poetic death! A literary one, even.
Jim,
"in front of a fireplace with a brandy."
Could this be an unconscious desire for cremation, perhaps?
Gina,
Well, it's not Anne of Green Gable's floating funeral pyre, but it'll have to do for me.
Campmeetin' Danman says: Somehow, I think the only thing different from Aaroneous now and then will be the color of his hair (grey). And Jim, I hope Brandy doesn't mind you dying on her (HA!)
:^)
Campmeetin' Dan, Campmeetin' Dan! So nice of you to live'n up this talk of death.
BTW, this ":^)" is a copyrighted smiley of mine and you can't use it.
A peaceful ending to our life, painless blameless and a good judgement before the dreadful throne of Christ...
This we ask.
Yes we do need each other.
And Green Tea.
Love ya bro.
Seraphim
I used to think that I would like to die while making love. But how selfish of me. (Resisting using copyrighted smiley face.) I think I'll ruminate about your dream death instead. After all, I've always regarded bookstores as holy places.
Hey, hey, this is a family-friendly site here. Please use the more ambigous phrase "makin' whoopy." :^)
The ancient Roman lawyer, Cicero, said, "a room without books is like a body without a soul."
I can relate to your thought re: bookstores in the sense that books have the author's imprint on them much like we have God's imprint on us. Though I think this break down a bit in regards to "adult bookstores." :^)
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