Copy link Copied Copy link Copied Subscribe to gift this article Gift 5 articles to anyone you choose each month when you subscribe. Already a subscriber? Login I do think about death. Not in a morbid way, but I did just turn 50, and I have friends who are starting to deal with illnesses and ailments; things you never conceive of when you’re young.
So yes, from a pragmatic point of view, I do think about it. But I don’t sit there thinking about the great unknown; it’s going to come anyway. I’ll go for cremation, please.
And here’s what’s going to happen: they’re going to pick me up and scatter me in the middle of the Australian desert, right in that orange-red sand. I’ve been gone from Australia for so long that when I come home from New York now, I always go to the desert. I didn’t grow up near the desert, but I really crave it.
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