On the death of a classmate I haven’t seen since 2008
He was born five months before me and now he is dead.
He was born five months before me and now he is dead.
Everyone dies twice: The day you die, and the last time anyone says your name.
Seems like a pretty simple dichotomy, right? Perhaps it’s not quite as clean cut as it appears.
What do you do when you don’t want to end your life, just a part of it?
Short answer……yes.
In this intimate saga, we lose ourselves and simultaneously come alive to a hunger for beauty through the soul of Lady Bird. We are reminded of our own awkward hunt for identity.