jamesorleanseb
Too much fun! We talk about serial killers and how life is an ephemeral and fleeting thing that unites us all in a single herd of the damned. The certainty that destiny is inexorable did not prevent us from laughing a lot, albeit with respect, at all those who left us. Or that they will. Because the certainty of finitude brings, by itself, the fear of loneliness at the time of death — but none of that matters when you have someone to talk about life, the universe and everything else. Especially when the company is good. Oh. And it's beautiful.