Posthumous Journal – 1

January 30, 2007 at 6:50 pm (Ghost River)

John Hayes

October 16, 2006

fragments of memory
dreams and the light of fires
golden fabric
the sound of the ocean

Today I died.

It is difficult to describe where I am. In the diffuse fog of space differences are blurred and desires muted. The oddest part is that I am still here.

Not all in one piece – just in fragments of images and voice. One following another. Nothing connected to anything else. There isn’t any cause and effect at all. When I join fragments, it is just another fragment.

I am floating through something. I am not sure what. It is neither pleasant nor unpleasant. But that is not too different then what was before, is it?

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