tiny.ag/otqlgks6 · ★★★★ Excellent (one rating) · submitted 2015 by d.hues
A six-year-old boy is deeply struck by the sight of a dead old man in an open wooden casket. He becomes a famous singer and songwriter, and performs for the whole of his life. In his final years, while contemplating death, a line appears in his last song that conveys an image of himself in a wooden casket. The lyric strikes his audience with the force of seventy-years of fermentation.
d.hues, #1126, Aphorisms: Volume One: 1994-2013, in Art and Literature
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