We have all given death a thought. Contemplated how our life would stand against it. How painful or painless it would be.

Dying in a fire seems ruthless. It’s slow and agonising. On the other hand dying sinking I water will petrify you and then suddenly you’re euphoric and you pass out and life slips away. It’s nice, but it’s not exciting. Here’s how I’d want to die.

It is a cold night, street lights on. It feels like one of those simple days straight out of the 70s. I’m a mindless dreamer. I find myself in a suburban town, sipping my share of root beer. I’m sitting in an empty hall as I imagine a wild party that my mind is simultaneously conceiving. Mundane, it seems. It leaves me more empty than the hall itself. I yearn for adventure. I storm out and get to the car. I take out the Civic and rolled the windows down. I like the wind in my hair, nothing is a more pleasant measure of speed. I power up the engine and take control of the wheel. I pump up to this song.

The Vaccines – I Always Knew

The song starts and I’m cruising on the road. As the lyrics kick in, I’m in a road tunnel. The vacuum builds and the feeling about all the old loves kicks in. The hall doesn’t feel that empty. I speed up to celebrate. But soon I reach the end of the passage and find myself starting out on a hill. I drive around it, conquering the altitude. The inclines get steeper and blood rushes further. Hair flies out of the window, life indulges with nature. Nothing feels more real than this moment. Nothing more is needed. But everyone and everything will slip away soon. Celerity cannot be tamed; the wheel wants me to lose its handle. Here I am, elevated, slave of the centripetal acceleration. The car skids and flies. The lyrics found new meaning. Now it also spoke to me about how death starts from within, impersonated. I am my Grim reaper. This epiphany is killing me. My breath is taken away. No, my entire life does not flash by me. It’s because I was already living it. I already fell in love during the ride so far. I was satiated. The hall – full. I’m crossing over from the juncture of life to death. In the last few moments I was docile. I was high on whatever was left of life and I was transcending into obliterated dust. And with the final riff of the song I go, I am still some atoms and molecules here and there, but my energy remains. I am now disseminating by the same wind that flew through my hair and I will become another uproar in the universe.