Platforms like Facebook already act as mediums between the living and deceased.
“Colonial photography perpetually assaulted what became the Nigerian body.”
“I imagined that spending so much time with a dead thing might make death more understandable.”
There’s nothing we do to earn something as unreasonable as moon dust, or death, or a high C you’re just born with.
Inside his sewing box was an old girlfriend’s felt heart, stuck with pins. Throw it out, he says. I don’t.
Who could not be superstitious, sentimental, and impractical around matters of death?
“It wasn’t that I wanted to be thinner; I didn’t want a body at all.”
“As my feelings for R. grow, I find excuses to touch him, to mark him as my own.”