On my way home I popped into one of those 2nd hand book/cd stores. I don’t usually frequent these places, but I was so happy walking the city streets I didn’t much feel like going home. I love walking Sydney late on a Monday-Thursday. I feel so affectionate to this place that I usually have to share with the rest of the world during the day and on the weekend. But during these moments, it’s mine and a few other special characters’.

I bought some comics from this place. I’ve never really understood comics, but, like a lot of other male dominated interests, other people’s fascination with them fascinate me. Plus, I’ve come to enjoy devouring “cheap literature.” By cheap I literally mean don’t cost a lot. I’ve become particularly accustomed to reading one of Vanessa Berry’s “Laughter and The Sound of Teacups,” each night before I go to sleep. Each issue involves her detailing one day, namely the 23rd day of that month. She’s a lovely writer and they’re a delight to read. Em says that when I go to bed I’ve just experienced two days which struck me as true.

When I went to pay for my comics I noticed their suggested ‘must read’ was titled “DEATH THE ULTIMATE ORGASM.” This got me commenting to the registrar that I’d been thinking about death the night before, as I was going to sleep, and that I think the worst thing that I could feel in my last moments before death is sheer panic. What I would like is to be feeling complete ecstasy, and that panic would be terrible terrible and I imagine many lives have been exited with that emotion.

We chatted about the ideal way to die, and when he asked what I thought would come after death, I answered honestly that I really didn’t know. All I could do was live and make decisions while I was alive and why worry about the rest?