December 2011
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(upon death)
I’m about to set off on my bicycle through the chaos of Brooklyn heading to Work, over the Brooklyn Bridge, past where the Mayor makes bad decisions, onto the river’s edge and up the Island to the Castle on the Hill.
I do this every day. 5 days a week. 25 miles a day. 125+ a week.
I think about dying every day. It’s cathartic, really. To think about dying unwillingly.
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