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2002-03-10 - 10:23 p.m.
today i went to a funeral. i assume it was the way a funeral should be, but i really don't know. i learned how deep a grave is. when the casket is lowered it descends for what seems to be an infinite number of minutes spinning in an infinite number of molecules and all of time descends with it. and then there is the sound of the dirt. gravel reverberating, echoing, off of wood, not quite hollow, not quite full. i wonder about the pocket of air between the wooden lid and the dirt on top of it. it was the sound of the dirt that did me in.