One-half of The Slavic Literature Pod duo. Old man by nature, killjoy by trade. I read trashy sci-fi and noir novels on the side.
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For me, death has always been simply: “oh.” That’s all there’s left to say, really. Oh, he’s dead. Oh, when was the last time I talked to her? Oh. Oh oh oh. “Oh,” is all I can say in response to something that’s already happened. Nothing can be changed. It can only be reacted to.