the crowed cheers, begs for death, him too. for a few breaths (and echoes of self-sheltering pure experience) they agree.

he's right on the brink now. they say, hold on, wait. i gotta take a picture. he's now seen understanding. he knows, i'll carry it with me, this lesson. (i'll carry it close, though, they can't even grasp)


what were they trying to take a picture of. did they hope to capture the exact present moment when his life fulfilled definitive death definition? or were they hoping to savor his pain? for later?