Tuesday 20 November 2012

A Bit of a Gothic Preoccupation.

My latest ‘thing’ is a growing horror of being buried (or cremated) alive. I definitely want a crypt, a coffin that can be opened from the inside, and a bell. And I’m doing exercises every day to keep my abdominal muscles in trim so I can sit up properly when the time comes.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Some people are asking to be buried with their cell phones (I believe you call them mobiles?) just in case.
NY

JJ said...

Pfft. Modern times, eh? Whatever happened to the cobwebs and creaking hinges - not to mention the rusting irons rings set in the musty old masonry, the purpose of which was never adequately explained but you imagined it had something to do with leaving people to rot? I want a proper bell with a proper bell chain, so I can go CLANG just when the folks up top are about to start the soup. Let's see some stains on the table cloth. That's style, that is.

Besides, my mobile phone is a cheap one and I wouldn't trust it.

andrea kiss said...

Such an odd fear. Alex told me once that he's always had this fear, but to a much greater fear as a kid than he does now.

The only thing you can do to make definite sure it doesn't happen is to just not die.

JJ said...

I've always suffered a sense of extreme unease if subjected to close personal confinement, and it seems to be linked to a fear of suffocation. When I finally came to a strong belief in reincarnation, I wondered whether it stemmed from a past life memory. I remember as a young child being afraid to walk under railway bridges in case a train came over the top making that loud rumbling noise, and the bridge collapsed on top of me. The fear of being confined/crushed/suffocated has found a number of expressions throughout my life. Maybe Alex has the same problem.