I’d do what the whales do—at least the ones that don’t end up on a beach somewhere. I think I’d like that feeling—just one long fall into the abyss, drifting down, feeding the sharks and crabs. Then the snails. Worms burrowing into my bones. Transforming along the way into an actual habitat, feeding thousands of creatures and eventually just becoming new life.”
Can he pick a less despondent demise
