Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

11.17.2010

light

teddy Roosevelt's diary
Teddy Roosevelt’s diary the day his wife Alice died from Bright’s disease. He was 25, she 22.
Via Obia.

11.06.2010

ch-ch-changes

The symbol of death is the symbol of change.
I have been seeing so many dead animals lately, mostly on the way to the library when my computer was broken. First I saw a dead raccoon, it looked so chubby and cozy on the side of the trail I was walking on. Then the next day, I saw a dead cat on the road, its furry little head was right against the pavement, I didn't look like it had been run over but I was really worried that someone might squish his delicate little head. Finally the other day I saw a dead squirrel in the most peculiar position, it looked like he died while he was digging a hole, I didn't even think it was dead until I came back from grocery shopping and it hadn't moved.