Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Sam 2-2/??

I want to say that I’ve always had problems with death. That I feel like everyone around me dies, or that I’ve struggled to over come it, or something equally heroic sounding. I haven’t, but I want to. Maybe it’s because we’ve been so trained by popular culture to look at death as a negative thing, but also as formative. How many protagonists come from happy not-dead families? A fair number, but how many of them have those families die by the time their 20, usually in the prologue? Most of them. Don’t get me wrong; I’m glad everyone in my family is alive and well. It would be unspeakably terrible if they weren’t, but a tiny unfriendly part of me feels cheated for it.

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