And the truth is that by the time you’re actually dying, you’re probably not going from your full beautiful life straight to oblivion; you’re far more likely to be leaving a clutch of masked strangers speaking to each other in code while sticking tubes and needles into your body under very bright lights. Death is a huge distance to travel from a state of health and vigor, but if you’re actually dying—and I have a distinct memory of this—you are already so compromised that it can just feel like a half step to the left.
