World-renown street artist, Bansky — his real name and identity are one of the best kept secrets in the world — is said to have written: “They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.”
Perhaps haughty of me, I may be a pedestrian thinker by comparison to Bansky, I assert that his wisdom on this topic is somewhat superficial. In my humble opinion… We die twice. The first time, rather conventionally, when our bodies reach terminal obsolescence. The second time, when our stories are no longer told.
My fondest wish at this stage of my life is that I do not become faceless, voiceless and forgotten.