the big sleep

• "what did it matter where you lay once you were dead? in a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? you were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. you just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. me? i was part of nastiness now..."
  
  (not: lan bu alıntıyı böyle yazdım ama şimdi farkettim yarın bir gün şans eseri ölüverirsem ne güzel "bak nasıl da hissetmiş" geyiği çıkar bu entry'den be. evliya gibi adam oluveririm 2 dakkada. gene de olmasın tabi sokayım öyle evliyalığa afedersin)