To Die or Not To Die, this is not the question, volume 2
For he who lives more lives than one, more deaths than one must die.
~Oscar Fingal O'Fflahertie Wills Wilde
I needed a repository for all of my last writes, “last” being undefined and thus I preferred to have them all in one place, resulting finally in this heterogeneous, eclectic and directionless amassment. Because, see, this twitch in my hand forcing words to be laid down on paper, doesn’t stop. Some kind of malady.
Thus if I so happen to go unexpectedly, it will be at most one book left incomplete. The “last” book. This one.
PS1. Many of these deal with death. Kind of comes... naturally.
PS2. Never thought this will be so... lengthy. I probably live too long or write too much. Or both. Sorry!
PS3. For convenience/technical limitations, I decided to split this last book in volumes. Will place as much as possible (800 pages) in each. How many volumes?... no idea. This is Volume 2. (Originally was 1 full [everything] and 3 in split mode [same material but split in volumes, for convenience]... this is a new arrangement; at a certain stage I will remove the old arrangement from the market.)
PS4. The last poems will always be the same, shifting to the end of the last volume as I add material.
©anonymouslast The Mosquito Who Loved Me...