Death haunts me.
Although I accept that the world existed before me and will continue to exist after me, I struggle with the mystery of being “everything” when I’m alive to being “nothing” when I’m dead. How to define “nothing”?
I find it ironic that my death - disappearance - plays a significant role during my life. I admit that I concern myself with a future I’ll never see, such as with the fate of my family and with my legacy, whatever that will be, once I’m gone. Ironically, then, I exist partly in a nonexistent future to live a meaningful life.
Thus, here I have experimented with a fictional concept of a “partial death” to give an opportunity to get a glimpse of the meaning of our lives in this world. Several of these short stories will appear soon in an expanded version of my short story collection, The Open Door. I have serialized one here for Substack in four parts. I would love your feedback about the concept and story, and anything else that interests you. Isn’t that what writing is all about?
Part one coming soon..