Am I nearly dying yet?
As I sat down to eat my toasted cheese thing that cost me $5 I stared aorund the mass opf bodies swarming around me trying to find their place. I was listening to Radiohead - OK Computer so was already entrenched in some suicidal stuphor. It occurred to me oddly in between "dreaming about a funeral where I am sitting in the back pew that is completely empty and the person in the casket has no name" that all these people around me, these corporate executives, these ambitous whores, all look like they are dead. They are all walking around in their death suit. And I kind of looked down at myself and thought, 'yeah, this is probably how i will be dressed when i am dead".