One’s death is already one’s own. It belongs to nobody else: not even to a killer. This means that it is already part of one’s life.
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One’s death is already one’s own. It belongs to nobody else: not even to a killer. This means that it is already part of one’s life.
And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos: John Berger: Bloomsbury Paperbacks 11:25am on June 24, 2017