i want to call this the scent of death, i was given lillies when my son died and the scent will be forever linked with that in my mind. flies seem to enjoy visiting them
I admire your courage. Scents are such a strong bond for me. I still can't smell Jergens Lotion without thinking of my Mother. The very deep shadows contrasted with the whites are well done.
Jesus, Kali, that song was perfectly poignant. I wish that I heard this earlier today, I would have probably played it on loop walking around Vicksburg cemetery. Vicksburg was a big civil war battlefield and it often made me contemplate death and the meaning of it. So many died and ended up on the losing side. Does that make their death any less meaningful? Why do we seek meaning in death? Why not accept death for what it is? But what is death? So circular in my mind and I came to no conclusion. Death is a sea. A watery abyss that all eventually succumb to. It is liquid on my brain. I try to grasp understanding and it pours off my fingers, never to be contained. Thank you for the music. It put me in a reverie. I feel so deeply for you and hope that the watery tomb of death does not consume you. It is better to float. The watery grave has buoyancy.
I find these stories reassuring https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xpSuO8DtiMM