A friend tells me her tattoo continues weeping—I had no idea—I always imagined despite the pain it was a dry affair. And when I was young I thought one could step from the rowboat to walk across water lilies—I had no idea—didn’t know they were simply for ghosts.
What was it Nietzsche said?
Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.
Oh Friedrich, not so rare, the living contain the ichor of first causes. This is why the dead stick around.
This is why the body weeps after we write on it.