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  • The Tibetans do not bury the dead. Instead, they place the body above a mountaintop. The naked, vulnerable, empty vessel is an offering to the animals, to nature. It’s a sky burial.

    This is how the Tibetans let go of the dead. They face death; they accept impermanence.

    But I don't want your flesh and bones eaten by hungry vultures. I don't want your body to be dismantled and ruined: your perfect body, your perfect flesh.

    You say that you don't want to waste space underground. That you don't want people visiting a gravestone when they can just look at your picture and remember you.

    The thing is, I don't want to think of you as dead, ever.

    So let's not talk about death anymore.

    I used to think that I'd want my ashes scattered across the Caspian Sea. I thought I belonged to the sea of my childhood. Nostalgia and guilt and memories melded into my ashes.

    But now I don't know anymore. I don't know that I care how I am let go of this earth.

    I think I am tired of talking about death.

    And yet even when I am with you, when I am kissing you and holding your hand tightly and not letting go, I think of death still.
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