Here I go. One more writing about death. What is it about it? Maybe this research about people’s fascination with the morbid is about me trying to justify that I am not alone in this world. Perhaps I have watched too many cartoons where they objectified death as being this skull faced figure with a long black dress holding a scythe ( death probably uses something more “mobile” nowadays). This is a generation of dropping off the taboos and clichés, so let’s find another image to represent death.
My first though was to picture death as a toothless Russian old lady (no offense intended, dentists are quite expensive) with a scarf in her head, often called as a “Babushka”. She would sit with me and have a nice cup of tea