Death—the final frontier...

Sunday, July 24, 2011 12:31 PM By Stephen J Christophers

So, I'm riding home, past that little Thai whisky stand - which looks particularly beautiful on a nice night - contemplating a good composition, wind in my hair...

There's something very humbling about death, I've come across it several times living here, not mentioning my own two almost fatal motorcycle accidents. It's never struck me as something terror filled - the times I've witnessed it. There's a real oddness about it though, and this time was no exception. As I rounded one of the corners to my quiet sub-urban jungle encroached and mildly illuminated habitation, I was met by a young girl - about ten, give or take - white floral dress, long flowing hair, she was still attached - in search of a better word - to her Audery Hepburn inspired peddle-bike, although lying face-up in a pool of blood like the ending of a mellow dramatic box-office classic... to state anything with intended reflection, she looked ever-so peaceful. There was one other there, using his motorcycle to bring light to the scene, and a motorcycle taxi man calmly on his mobile... with all due respects, it looked like a movie scene, its ambiance, the surreal nature and peacefulness of it.

Having arrived home, I turned on the TV-set already tuned to the Australian Network. I sat there for five minutes or so, watching some middle-age suburban trash race around a football oval after a stray dog. And there, being presided over by the hero and his new tranquiliser gun; a classic Australian accent enthusiastically narrated the course of their animal rescue... absolute piffle, I thought, before I turned it off.

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