Word broke the other night that Kentaro Miura, creator of Berserk, died earlier this month of an aortal dissection. "Devastated" doesn't begin to describe the feeling.
I'm experiencing a resurgence of that feeling of how human life, my life, is a limited thing.
On the absolute primacy of the present moment (part 6,312).
Tim Hall, one of the good guys, is leaving us.
There's no hero worth having that's not also worth growing past.
Dead is forever, but it's also not the end.
In dying is all.
On how the world ended a long time ago. (And how that fits into my new book.)