something about a wedding made you think about death and you weren't sure why, maybe it was the grey curtains or the corpse hidden in the back room that only you and the bride knew about, because you were lost and you saw a speck of something like blood on the bride's dress and oh dear, that won't do at all. something about death made you think of flying, like a bird on the dilapidated winds of an old past and an older future. something about freedom and flying reminded you of a prison of your mind, because you were afraid to be more than five feet above the ground so it's a good thing you were so short. something about fear made you feel so alive, like depriving yourself and making yourself so tortured was the only human emotion you could feel, like you could only be miserable or apathetic, and sometimes miserable was the better of the two.
