“Everything comes back,whether you want it or not,
all covered in dead earth and stumbling like a Zombi,and you can’t say no to “it”
-In darkness by Nick lake
Zombi -a metaphor
“a particulary good example of what was once familar but which now comes back”
I’ve been reading my notebacks
all those notes i had taken
I need to make arrangements but i think when the time will come to return my soul to my creator,i would like to go off somewhere very far away and die alone perhaps surrounded by wild animals .
Though i admit i lack the courage to live all alone in an isolated cabin in the alps,perhaps when i get to be very old and my body will no longer be able to keep up with the soul ,i would like to die surrounded by flowers,wild life and a loyal companion which will most likely be a dog or cat or even a mountain goat.
Meanwhile i need to struggle with the zombis that keep returning to haunt my dreams.
Dreams might need to be planned too.