The prospect of demise is harrowing, and so is the prospect of oblivion. Being forgotten is akin to a second death, and so when one is grappling with the idea of oblivion and being forgotten, the first instinct is to yell out to the heavens for all that can hear to remember. To remember is to have a degree of care, and so what happens when one is also grappling with the thoughts of carelessness? To be cared for is to be thought of, and what if one is grappling with the idea of repulsiveness?

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