Alaric said:What I hate to hear is the ticking of the clock. What I hate more is knowing it will be the only voice I hear. What I hate even more than that is hearing music in the ticking... A metronomic monotone to which the words would be a chant, and the beat falls into synchronization with my heart...
But what I hate most of all, is knowing all the words to that song that no one else can hear. That song with no tune, tolling seconds away with an endless relentlessness, a marching beat from the cradle to the grave...
My epitaph might read:
"Here lies Tim"
"He lived, and then he died"
"Such is life, death, and the moments in between"
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