The Art of Death
Edwin Brun
There is nothing like losing feeling in your face. And arms. And legs. Generally, all over really. Many would consider it a harrowing experience, and at first, I would have been inclined to agree. Yet, after a decade of panic attacks it’s hard to say that I find them truly disturbing in the same manner. Though, of course, they still bring about dread and discomfort, when I see my body lying there nearly lifeless, breath haggard, I cannot help but see a certain artistry.
In the moment of the inevitable sinking into […]