My uncle sends me pics of children of his extended family’s offspring.
Yeah, you read that correctly.
I wouldn’t know these girls and boys if I stood behind them in a burger shack. Why would I care to see pictures of them singing in talent shows or playing hockey?!
Just weird.
As far as death, again, I couldn’t care less. It does suck to see once-vibrant folks grow decrepit, but really, if a person has spirit and passion, for SOMETHING, and a good soul, that corpse look never really settles in.
See, lots love life, but they got nothing beyond others’ lives that fuel them.
Me, I hate life, but Fortress has a few specific interests and pursuits, and this is high-octane for a powerful engine.
You dig?