Narayama

Yesterday my uncle got run over by a car at 6pm.

Here is a mobile text conversation i had with you, 4 hours earlier:

ME - Yuk. Just drove past a very messy accident involving a tram, a car and a pedestrian. And the song playing on my radio is 'life is dangerous'.

YOU - sure is babes. Every one alright?

ME - Doesn't look like it. Life is so fragile.

YOU - It's resiliant too. When i think of ppl dying i think of how much i love you. You know last night i thought everyone who allows themselves to openly love, each one of us commits the bravest act in history.

ME - Fuck oath! Bravest act in history. I totally agree. I love that. xx

YOU - You are my bravest act. Now concentrate on driving. xxxx

ME - Haha. Yes. I actually thought, 'if i die on the way home, my texts would have been somewhat painfully prophetic'.

YOU - You've got many years yet Couroupis, we'll be kicking you up that mountain... xx

The first thing that sprung in to my mind when I found out my uncle was in a coma, was the 6-month old phoetus in his daughter's womb. I hope it's OK in there.