Now I wonder whether I’ll open my eyes—or rather, if they’ll be opened. Mine won’t be just any fall. As in it won’t be accidental. There will be an intention, an intended resolve, a pre-written command. When the time comes, all I’ll have to do is execute it. Eyes are pioneers; they probe the world and then the body responds. What sense is there in preparing the body for death seconds before it arrives? Like love, death catches the body. So let it be caught unawares.
