This is the face of disease, but it wasn't always so. It is the face of someone who once lived as you do now, with eyes unfixed and a tongue unboxed by wishing words. It is a countenance that once had a name and personality just like yours, but it all turned to straw a long time ago. The familiarity you behold in this face? The sad frown, or the laugh-at-death jokey shine? You are reflecting the immortal taxidermy that disease applies. »»
