Someone dies every half second. Every time someone died, he was reborn. 

Every molecule in his body was ripped apart and reformed in the image of the dead person. All the pain was nothing compared to the pain of the dead person’s memories, losses, regrets, and failures rushing into his being. He had lost his mind every time, subsumed by the physical and mental pain.

Every time someone somewhere died, twice a second,  he became a new person with a new face and memories. He was the face of death.

May 5, 2024