No Witnesses

How many people die each day.
Everyday.
People I don't know. People I might not even have liked.
People no great amount of people will ever remember.
Maybe two, three tops until they die too, of course.
But it all goes on. It's nothing personal. Nothing to get too offended about. It's just how it is. If everyone were famous - no one would be famous. All we can do to stop death is to manufacture more life. Seek permanence in books, art, industry, children. Maybe money isn't the root of all evil - maybe life is.

Everything must belong somewhere.

Step outside and take a look.

Somewhere out in America, it's starting to rain. Can you tell me one thing you will remember about me?

* I reference songs a lot, if you hadn't noticed *

I'm one of those thousands of people out there. I belong here in the world. Another face, a tourist's passover shot with a hand held camera. I'm an american. The people on this bus. The expanding world outside and beyond. Blips. Beautiful, colorful, momentary blips.

The world requires no audience. No witnesses. No witnesses.

I am just so much.

What if I were to be suddenly diagnosed? What if this bus crashes, or aliens invade the earth? Will I be able to live with my own death? As long as I keep writing, keep believing, I think I can. I can survive my own death. And so, I am everyone I write about. Everyone I write for. Heroes and strangers and friends - together we will all live forever through letters.