While searching among a raft of old e-mail, I came across a message from my friend Edu, sent a year or so before he died.
How peculiar and unsettling a feeling it gave me.
I was unable to make myself read the mail, although my first thought was to reply.
But what to ask or say? "I think of you often" or "Are you still out there, somehow?" or "Are we sad and loathesome animals, when seen from afar, or pitiful, or beautiful?" or "Can one still be full of emotion, longing, wit, and irrational after death, really?"
In the end, I didn't send anything, nor did I read the mail.
The Swedish word for the day is själ. It means soul.
- by Francis S.