I stopped fearing death when I got to the point in my life that I had more loved ones among the dead than among the living. I still fear it in the sense than I try to avoid actually dying and would like to put off the event for as long as possible, but it's stopped being the source of that awful variety of existential dread that keeps me from getting to sleep some nights. It's since occurred to me that a lot of that was just fear of being alone, and if there's one thing we can say about death, it's that it doesn't happen to just you.

Still holding out hope that I can pull of an Enoch and get so fed up with this place I go on a walk one day and just vanish.