When it comes to dying, I am scared. Not of

being dead, that I cannot comprehend, to be nothing is

impossible to grasp and therefore really nothing to be scared

of, but the dying itself I can comprehend, the very

instant when you know that now comes what you have

always feared, and you suddenly realize that every chance of

being the person you really wanted to be, is gone

for ever, and the one you were, is the one

those around you will remember. Then that must feel like

someone’s strong hands slowly tightening their grip around your neck.


Paraphrases from the novel I Curse the River of Time by Per Petterson.