I asked for one as a child (perhaps 8 years old?) and kept that thing on me.
Then I plunged it into the dirt below the tree we buried my brother's poor cat under and the house has changed hands a few times since. I wonder what remains...
where im from there are so many forest cemetaries and i think it has such a poetic touch to be buried with a tree or have a tree sprout and grow with your decaying body.
or ill just let my ashes be molded into something funny like a dildo. either way is fine for me.
i grew up in a house in the middle of absolutely nowhere and my mother's bathroom windows and walls were all glass block and i think it's so beautiful and fun and nostalgic. doesn't it also look so tasty and nice to chew on?
what does your handwriting look like? how do you sign off? how do you - or do you not - dot your 'i's??
i want to know you all through a handwritten note, i want to know you that much!!
