Death after Death

The aforementioned death of Death/Media Incarnate Made Real in Text Form was not, as some have suggested, staged. The initial plan of the blog, to expound the inherent connection between the media’s portrayal of Terri Schiavo and the media’s portrayal of people more generally (everyone in media’s unflinching and relentless grasp is essentially in a state of living death. I trace my understanding of this from Schiavo back to Shakespeare’s ideas of character as expressed in The Mousetrap within Hamlet.) has run its course. To continue, I require a metamorphosis, a transformation from my old, prophetic guise into something more confrontational, spectral.

Dragging the life out of the future is not worthwhile. Rather, one should feast on the mordancy of today, draw the energy out of the absurdity brutally, regularly.

The blog will change shape. The past has been but a prelude to the truth to come, the truth that I cannot even foretell.

Nostradamus is dead. Nostradamus lives!