why is death such a turn on?
There is something eerie and majestic about the Time 8mm depicting John Kennedy’s death. Sylvia Plath’s suicide and James Dean’s car crash bought these figures a permanent display in our cultural landscape. Would Mr. Kennedy be so fondly remembered if it wasn’t for that fateful morning in Dallas?
Kafka stated, "Man cannot live without a continuous confidence in something indestructible within himself." Is it that by celebrating these figures post-mortem we somehow hope to transcend our own death?