Didn't people die every day that you did whatever it was that you did before the day that you died? All while the uncomfortable truth emerged and whispered that you made no good goddamn difference, while the others stress to burnish into new time the lie that says that even that has got to stand good for something, even if, in truth, it was good for absolutely nothing.
Friday, August 8, 2025
The Marcus Twins, Chang and Eng, and David
"Chang and Eng, they were joined at the chest. Chang died of a stroke in the middle of the night. He was always the sickly one. He was always the one who drank too much. When Eng woke up beside him and found that his brother was dead, he died of fright. Right there in the bed." Dead Ringers. I knew a dead ringer. His name was David. His identical twin died before I met him, so I only knew the man who had fallen apart on that account. Later on he would run out into the highway and smack into his own death.

