April 11 - The Coroner's Gambit

And our trilogy of death continues from a different point of view. This is a tremendously lively song for what it represents, with a beat that put me in mind of the best of early Billy Bragg, and the same combination of strumming energy and considered thought.

I don't know other minds enough to know if it makes me incredibly normal or incredibly strange that I can't imagine the point where not existing would appeal. Like, I get it intellectually. Enough pain, enough distress, enough of the world being what the world is. I understand. But I can't transpose that to how that would feel in me. And there have been enough people in my life who have considered it or tried and failed for me to know that considering it is (in the broadest possible sense) normal. It's a thing humans consider.

And maybe that's just another area where either my humanity is alien, or humanity is alien to me. Who can say?