I think it's the dying experience, retold by relative at the bedside who is deeply connected to thoughts of a dying patient.
Perhaps you've seen the various indignities inflicted upon the dying. They are prodded and poked with all manner of instruments (that may or may not fit) and if there's any mercy in this world, they are hooked to a palliative morphine drip. Bubbles in a transparent humidifier chamber go pop. The opiates and the electrolyte imbalances brought about by failing organs blur the lines between dreams, reality, and memories. The patient loses trust in his ability to read the situation. Breathing comes in starts and stops.
At a certain point, it becomes clear to everyone in the room that the most reasonable course is to go quietly, lying down, full of the light that characterizes the different dark of the beyond, and let the energy of the soul be absorbed into the collective consciousness of the universe. The feedback of the guitar in the finale emulates a monitor of vital functions, segueing from beep-beep to flatline. It is finished.
I think it's the dying experience, retold by relative at the bedside who is deeply connected to thoughts of a dying patient.
Perhaps you've seen the various indignities inflicted upon the dying. They are prodded and poked with all manner of instruments (that may or may not fit) and if there's any mercy in this world, they are hooked to a palliative morphine drip. Bubbles in a transparent humidifier chamber go pop. The opiates and the electrolyte imbalances brought about by failing organs blur the lines between dreams, reality, and memories. The patient loses trust in his ability to read the situation. Breathing comes in starts and stops.
At a certain point, it becomes clear to everyone in the room that the most reasonable course is to go quietly, lying down, full of the light that characterizes the different dark of the beyond, and let the energy of the soul be absorbed into the collective consciousness of the universe. The feedback of the guitar in the finale emulates a monitor of vital functions, segueing from beep-beep to flatline. It is finished.
i still think its about rape
i still think its about rape