Camille Monet on Her Death Bed, 1879

let not death be proud. death cannot be proud. because we do not know death.

the impression or memory of my grandmother etched on my skull.
I can feel it (beneath my skin) but I cannot see it.
the same materials that make out our skulls.
the individual memories of her/your death I have/cannot have.

so do not be proud death, I do not know you. yet.


so to those who think everything is a performance, try performing death.