Mon Ami(e), I really wanted to title today’s letter, “Obsessed with Death and Other Stories”. This is me writing at 12 am on Thursday morning because this tinyletter means a lot to me, you mean a lot me. (Also, I can’t sleep). I wanted to talk about my obsession with death because on Tuesday, a random memory came to me as I passed by an old man’s obituary: I’ve been obsessed with reading obituaries since I was a child. I loved to read them in newspapers, and stare at funeral pamphlets, reading the biographies of strangers and staring at their blurry photos. It’s always been a way to gleam into their lives—to reimagine what their lives were like, what or who they’ve left behind. (As a child, it was one of my earliest conscious encounters with
What About Our Curated Living Experience?
What About Our Curated Living Experience?
What About Our Curated Living Experience?
Mon Ami(e), I really wanted to title today’s letter, “Obsessed with Death and Other Stories”. This is me writing at 12 am on Thursday morning because this tinyletter means a lot to me, you mean a lot me. (Also, I can’t sleep). I wanted to talk about my obsession with death because on Tuesday, a random memory came to me as I passed by an old man’s obituary: I’ve been obsessed with reading obituaries since I was a child. I loved to read them in newspapers, and stare at funeral pamphlets, reading the biographies of strangers and staring at their blurry photos. It’s always been a way to gleam into their lives—to reimagine what their lives were like, what or who they’ve left behind. (As a child, it was one of my earliest conscious encounters with