“for me…..the hardest thing about the process of dying was losing my body. i had always relied on my body for rebellion. it was where my secret life occurred. that sounds strange, doesn’t it? you see, i had always been seen as someone who lived only inside their own mind. i would read furiously, i would sit and think for hours on end. so it was assumed that i had no body. my life was judged to be entirely cerebral. perhaps this was true at the start but later on i gained a body and everything about it seemed so much more valuable than my tired analytical thoughts. so, when my thoughts became the target of critique and resistance, like all public lives eventually do, i secretly began to see my body as my one hope for gaining some control over what was happening to me. at the beginning i enjoyed building up muscle and then letting it waste away. eventually, this frantic creation and destruction settled down and my secret life became much more even. i would walk for hours alone and turn off my mind as much as possible…..i would train myself to do that.
since dying, i have watched my closest friends and family members investigate my life. why? i think my death just seemed out of place. it was too dissimilar to the life they had seen me live. it’s too late now to tell them how i really spent my time and i truly, truly regret that.”