To Die or Not To Die, this is not the question, volume 2 (extracted from the complete [thick] book)
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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 would be so... lengthy. I probably live too long or write too much. Or both. Sorry!
PS3. For convenience, I decided to split this last book in volumes, three for now. This is volume 2.
©anonymouslast Spell Spiel