Taken - Naming & Shaming the Guilty
I hate how we talk about death like it is not guilty and responsible for the things that it has committed. We speak of it like it is absent and guiltless, a phenomena that exists but can't be touched. We blame the person, their habits, the system, the people, the things, even time gets a hit, but we never blame death. We talk about it like it isn't there in the midst of the conversation looking lovingly at who it takes next or the watching angrily at the one who got away. We go round and round in circles seeking explanations from whatever it is that we can find, but we never hold death itself responsible for its actions and the resulting consequences. But what exactly do we hold? The same emptiness and void that ceases not just a person's life, but their very existence - their smell, their touch, their presence, them. So bad that you see their body but it's not them. You touch them but it's no longer them. The same destroyer that works with time to slowly remove t...