The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Monday, March 12, 2012

Death comes for us all.

One of our surgeons lost his young child to a viral infection. All the staff worried for him, especially the ones who are parents. It's the ones who rail against the unfairness of it that shock me to my core.

'And he goes around killing people?' said Mort. He shook his head. 'There's no justice.'
Death sighed. NO, he said, THERE'S JUST ME.

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