i think about death a lot. and for me, at least, the desire to create is very close to the fear of dying. i could die tomorrow. i could be stabbed to death like that kid from my hometown; i could be hit by a car while studying abroad like my friend Adam. improvisers don’t die but somehow he did.
i could die tomorrow, but at least this blog post would still be here to show you how ironic that would be. one last laugh before i go.
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