Life. This treacherous, beautiful adventure.


But now, as it is, sorrows, unending sorrows must surge within your heart as well—for your own son’s death. Never again will you embrace him striding home. My spirit rebels—I’ve lost the will to live, to take my stand in the world of men.

Homer, The Iliad


A post I never thought I’d want to write. But this time I have to. My homage to those dying following a dangerous passion. No eulogy, no false tears.

Life is a treacherous, beautiful adventure.


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