This blog explores how our idea of death exists on the internet as a shared event.
It is a collection of images, poems, literature, video, journalism and art.
Fuck yes. Without the internet, most of us would never have access to images like these. It’s a tremendous vehicle, a way into the gritty details that life tries to keep from us. And at the same time, of course there’s an obfuscation, a distance from what death feels like and smells like. But I don’t think access and obfuscation necessarily cancel each other out, you know?
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