date. 2021 - 2022
cities. new york city, jerusalem, syros, perugia, athens
In this series, I explore my relationship with death through readings, practices, and personal experiments.
Updated now and then.
It’s a funny thing to set down a stack of books about death at the check-out counter. Watching as the cashier scans the titles and throws you a quick glance.
What were Socrates’s thoughts on his dying day? What did he think of death?
Let's listen as Plato tells the story.
I know that death lives within me,
and yet I never let it speak.
I barely let it exist. But it exists.
With or without me.
Here is a list of all the things
that have died in my life.
I'm beginning to feel like
I'm losing my mind.
Watched a Netflix documentary today called End Game. It shows what some patients and their families go through as they approach the end of life.
I'm getting tired of writing these descriptions. If you'd like to read it, go ahead. If not, that's okay too. (tl;dr The Pornography of Death)
I was completely unprepared the first time I dropped acid. It remains by far the worst experience of my life.
Mind vs. World. Soul vs. Body
All of nature seeks intimacy.
But something always goes wrong.
Each orgasm has a life of its own. Beginning in mysterious birth, reaching its euphoric peak, and ending with death.
For the first time since Tzvi’s sudden death, I’ve begun the slow and painful process of lifting my eyes to meet my siblings’ gaze.
“He’s studying her, trying to read her thoughts, trying to decide whether she loves him because he’s a monster.”
Ever since taking shrooms last winter,
I haven't really been myself.
I sometimes wonder if I'm going insane.
Every now and then, I’ll slip into that cold river of regret, my mind drowning in waves
of what ifs and if onlys.
Been reading a lot (too much?) lately. Here are some scribbles about Bataille, Frankl, the Tibetan Book of the Dead, and Bossuet.
some lessons from my 'year of death'