other death

music:stable song-death cab for cutie
mood:solemn

time for the final bow
rows of deserted houses
all our stable mates highway bound

the security guard died this evening. he didn't past away (passing away would imply slipping gently into darkness), he died. of course this news was followed by the usual shock at the cold abruptness of an end, the guilt for going out of my(his) way to avoid him and the cliche reflection on the fragility of life. tomorrow, in the guard house will be seated his permanent substitute.

on a lighter note, im now officially adopting this as my motto in life--
live fast, die old.