How the Grateful Dead Helped Me Embrace Mortality
Suddenly, miraculously, it was no longer dismay that I felt. It was freedom. It was Death doffing its blackness and revealing itself to me as life.
The thingI am not alone
You are alive
Long Strange Trip
You are not my Mom,
When does it end,Twilight Zone
It ended when I had you,
The Seventh Seal
Being and Time
Angela Brussel is a writer based in Brooklyn, New York whose non-fiction and fiction have appeared in The Awl, New Statesman, Nylon Magazine, Electric Literature, The Wrong Quarterly, and Brooklyn Magazine, to name a few. Her current interests range from nihilism and the neuroscience of addiction to the psychology behind conspiracy theories and persecution. Her latest work can be found at angelabrussel.com
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