
There is a chapter in which the author describes seeing a dead bird, and she comes back to its different phases of decomposition over the next few days. On the final day, she sees it and says: It should be a repulsive image, yet I find it consoling: this bird, who met its unforeseen ending with a meal half – consumed, now devoured in a riotous jitterbug. May my own death be just as sudden. Spare me the crematorium. Put me straight into the soil.⬇️