Imagine being sentient but not alive. Seeing and even knowing, but not alive. Just looking out. Recognizing but not being alive. A person can die and still go on. Sometimes what looks out at you from a person’s eyes maybe died back in childhood. What’s dead in there still looks out. It’s not just the body looking at you with nothing in it; there’s still something in there but it died and just keeps on looking and looking; it can’t stop looking.
That’s what it means to die, to not be able to stop looking at whatever’s in front of you.
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Philip K. Dick - A Scanner Darkly (via 7saligia7) In my books top 5. |
