questions about a philosopher's last days
what were your last thoughts as your friend's car went careening into a plane tree? did you think of your unfinished novel, most likely cradled within your bag, presumably as safe as you thought you were on this trip home? who last crossed your mind, if anyone?
were you gone in an instant, immediately released from your body and this life? did the survivors try to help you, did they move you at all? how did you look, devoid of life, the soul gone from your eyes, when emergency services came and found you? were your eyes shut or were they still open to the absurd world you left behind?
did they whisper amongst themselves as they recognized your face through the blood, through the absence of colour and warmth in your skin? had they already been told who you were before they'd even arrived?
how were your last days spent, and how was the new year's party? which brand of cigarettes did you smoke, and what wine did you drink, in celebration of the new year you thought you'd get to experience to its end? what were your thoughts as you crawled into bed that night, drunk and hopefully content?