“I still have the power to die”

Forewarning: Long, self-absorbed post ahead. I have a childish love of putting things in absolutist terms. For years I have tormented my mother by trying to get her to answer my “desert island questionnaire,” asking questions like, “What’s your one favorite painting?” or “What’s the best dessert you’ve eaten ever?” I like to ask other people these questions because… Continue reading “I still have the power to die”