– ANAKANA SCHOFIELD –
We sit on trains. We see them crash as they are gently budging from nondescript stations. That’s the point. We see the possibility of death or specifically our own death every corner we turn. Especially when it’s quiet or dark. When it is quiet we are particularly afraid. At night it is quiet. At night death can come for us. The thanatophobe doesn’t like the night. She doesn’t like it one little bit.
It might be concluded the TP has an over active imagination or a reactive imagination or is she facing full frontal what the majority deny? Will their struggle come later or will they be absolved of it entirely because they will not know about death, once they are dead. Grief is for those left behind. Grief is back of the queue. Death anxiety is the chronic queue jumper no one wants to challenge or tackle. Whatever she, the TP, has, it serves the act of writing well. When you do not struggle to imagine the worst, you can posit the very worst. Perhaps you will go where others won’t. I do not know. I only know one TP.
PART 8: ACCUMULATION
Grief accumulates and the novel accumulates.
Death doesn’t accumulate, unless it’s protracted. At the moment of death, however you arrive there, the final breath is the final breath and it just pops you off