I’ve seen a dead body once in my life outside of a funereal context. It was in India, I was wandering around a small city in Maharashtra, can’t remember which, and I encountered a group of people on a bridge whose attention was drawn by something below in the river. Joining them, I peered over the edge, where the severely bloated corpse of a man lay half-submerged in the water. It wasn’t a particularly gruesome sight, and it was more surprising than shocking, given that I’d only ever seen a corpse in a coffin before. In Nepal, I visited the burning ghats at
A Meditation on Death
A Meditation on Death
A Meditation on Death
I’ve seen a dead body once in my life outside of a funereal context. It was in India, I was wandering around a small city in Maharashtra, can’t remember which, and I encountered a group of people on a bridge whose attention was drawn by something below in the river. Joining them, I peered over the edge, where the severely bloated corpse of a man lay half-submerged in the water. It wasn’t a particularly gruesome sight, and it was more surprising than shocking, given that I’d only ever seen a corpse in a coffin before. In Nepal, I visited the burning ghats at