april 2nd, 2009, 8:55 am

you will be broken and buried.

just to clarify:

A person may conceal himself behind his image, he can disappear forever behind his image, he can be completely separated from his image: a person can never be his image. It was only thanks to three mental photographs that Rubens telephoned the lute player after not having seen her for eight years. But who is the lute player in and of herself, outside her image? He doesn’t know much about that and has no desire to know more. I can see their meeting after eight years: they sit facing each other in the lobby of a big Paris hotel. What do they talk about? About all sorts of things, except the life they are both leading. For if they know each other too intimately, a barrier of useless information would pile up between them and estrange them from each other. They know only the barest minimum about each other, and they are almost proud of having concealed their lives in the shadows so that their meetings will be lit up all the more brightly, divorced from time and circumstance.
kundera, immortality, 328

so now that you understand why you must be buried—goodbye.