#post-life

Maybe of something worth it after just a "payment". Even quite different for the newer, post-life.

Naked 6 – 53

primal swirl -

“I wonder though. All the weight of my life resides in the material. Where will they go? Who will keep them safe? Did you know they’re imbued with my very soul?! Splintered. Divided. Sectioned-out, but not equally. I wonder: do the objects frequently tied to me hold more? Is there a measurement for that?

Will the Direct Debits stack tall for the dead? Or do they get wiped clean?

Am I an expensive dead person?

Is it cheaper to be dead?

All the things left unsaid. All the “we’ll do that tomorrow”’s echo in my absence. All the platform boots; dust-laden, like gloves from a former battle. They’ll probably age more without my use.

And what will people say? Post? Tweet? What image will they select to brandish me as their friend, family, loved one?

If only I could prescribe this and make it easier for them.

Are there dead person brand guidelines?”

WORDS 04 (POSTHUMOUS)

[DIGITAL ARTWORK, 2023]

Prose typeset onto Portable Network Graphics (PNG) checkerboard pattern.

TYPEFACE:

‘Kern’ by Pizza Typefaces.

IMAGE DESCRIPTION:

a friend i have

Ears Wide Open: Post Life

Post Life make the kind of feisty, urgent indie-punk that never goes out of style — all exposed nerve endings set to racehorse rhythms and prickly guitars. Not that you should divine, either from their name or from songs like “23” (“Sometimes it’s all a waste / Sometimes it’s a disgrace”), that the L.A. quartet is somehow fatalistic, or just making noise so you can mosh your ya-ya’s out. The raw,…

Response options include:

walk away

turn the question around: what are they doing?

throw a smoke bomb and escape