I’ve been thinking about death a lot lately. The thought, or really the worry, manifests somatically for me as pain in my chest and arms. I think what terrifies me the most about death is what I expect to be the complete absence of my consciousness, the complete absence of my bearing witness to this world. It’s like all at once and suddenly, I’ve finally become aware of my mortality: I am finite; I will die; I will soon only be so many bones scattered across the earth . . .