He was snoring loudly and rudely.
His blood bubbled out of his mouth with
every breath. He wouldn’t be taking many more. I knew that, but he didn’t, and therefore I looked down into the great pity of a person’s life on this earth.
I don’t mean that we all end up dead, that’s not the great pity.
I mean that he
couldn’t tell me what he was dreaming,
and I couldn’t tell him what was real.
Denis Johnson
Amor Vincit Omnia 