Time Like A Running Grave


I found a quote in my notebook that I want to share with you:

“Studies are pointed to indicating that of all the professions medicine is the one most likely to attract people with high personal anxieties about dying.” How We Die: Reflections on Life’s Final Chapter by Sherwin B. Nuland

I wonder if writing attracts a disproportionate number of people with high personal anxieties about memory, forgetting, or losing the past? Of all those stories that will just fade away? Of one’s existence being for nothing, one’s individual past folding into Time and history… and then, eventually, the void?


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