When I was young, I watched a western called Little Big Man. In the film, there is an Indian chieftain, Old Lodge Skins. He has lived a hard life and one morning he comes out of his tepee and declares: ‘Today is a good day to die.’ That’s how I want death to come. Like a friend. You’re welcome here, Death. You give me perspective and proportion by whispering in my ear: ‘It all ends one day. Make sure you don’t leave any shadows behind.’
