we often throw around terms like love, family when it comes to procreation. when in fact all we're doing is perpetuating a species and generating a instant immortality through our genes. we're so selfish as to expect the next generation to love us , to fear us. so that they feel in turn compelled to continue the line. the patriotical ideal of uninterrupted productivity.
In the pursuit of immortality we have often ignored the very act of dying. how often do we remember a beautiful bird over a tragic death?
a touch of goodbye, a twist of fate, a series of coincidences, a sweethearts last kiss. a broken heart.
what is immortality but the need to be remembered?
