walking to lunch today I saw a dead bird on the sidewalk. It seemed gross and unusual to me. Certainly not something I’m used to, seeing dead things. where does everything go to die? I always see all this living all around me, things growing up and sprouting in learning and moving and getting stronger but where are all the things weakening and shriveling and shrinking and becoming less. I know that things die. I know that things living will pass on. It must be because I’m still young and surrounded by young things. As I get closer to dying, as my friends die, as I’m more sensitive to dying myself, then I suppose I will see more death.