unnatural_causes raze i read at night, she said. at least until the book falls. then it's lights out. we got to talking about how you don't often get to write your own ending when the book you're making your way through is your own life. you're just as likely to get hit by a car or ravaged by cancer as you are to die in your sleep of natural causes. locked-in syndrome. that has to be one of the worst ways to go. it's been a fear of mine for as long as i've understood i won't live forever. you're still there, but your body won't respond to the signals your brain is sending. you become a prisoner in your own skin-wrapped skeleton. you die without dying, for however long your vital organs are stubborn enough to hang on. remember jean-dominique bauby. he had a stroke while driving his son to see a play. woke up three weeks later and all he could move was his left eye. he wrote his memoir one letter at a time, blinking it into being. he died two days after it was published. that's a testament to the strength of the human spirit. i don't know if i could do it. i'd shoot myself if that happened to me, she said. well, i guess i'd have to get someone else to do it for me. would you? 230305 what's it to you? who go blather from