Death is the town at the end of the road of life. Where we are laid to rest in peace. Upon the still and silent, warless shores. To feel the worms of the earth and the roots of trees threading themselves through our decomposing organic matter, as we are dismantled back into the earth and water. To join the dearly departed forever more. To know the nothing. See the nothing. Hear the nothing. And to again, be the nothing once more. To be void of fear and wonder. In the void of our eternal endless slumber.
—spider hacksaw
spider hacksaw eats & is eaten 