The uncle living in the ground floor appartment of the adjacent building died this morning. He was in his thirties…cancer they said. I did not know him too well…except that he had recently bought a new palio.

I saw the new cherry red palio pull up…and his old father and young wife walk into the building. I felt so sorry for them…the walk of an ancient time…death always a part of humanity.

We have such a perverse affinity towards death. Anything deathly, death like or dead is stared at by us. It won’t ever stop.

Sorrow always sits like a lead stone on our hearts. Even when we don’t know who, what, where, why.

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