20180919

Day 1,474

I remember seeing death for the first time in the middle of 2nd period maths. I had one of the coveted window desks right at the back of the classroom - every daydreamer's ideal spot. From there I got a pretty good view of the retirement home next door.

It always struck me as an odd placement - a high school right next to a retirement home. It felt like we were almost gloating about our youth every time we walked past on the way to and from class. Sometimes they'd join us for assemblies, mainly the World War Remembrance ones and Christmas.

We rarely saw the same person twice, they just seemed to vanish and be replaced without any fuss or remarks by anybody and after 2nd period maths, I know why. And I get that everybody's seen death in some way, be it roadkill or a pet or a relative but few people have actually seen death itself.

It's nothing like the Grim Reaper, no black cloak and cartoon scythe to swoosh people away into the afterlife. Death is a cluster of gelatinous blobs that bring to mind the word cancerous. It's oil-slick black and fresh pus yellow and old blood red all at once.

It stalks the elderly to their rooms and suffocates them one by one, taking out entire wards in minutes.

No comments:

Post a Comment