Ask Andy – The Kitchen Sink
Ann from the land of Gmail asks:
Andy, after losing everything for a second time, do you ever see yourself picking up the pieces (so to speak) and moving on with your “life?” Do you see yourself as a zombie activist fighting for zombie rights everywhere? Do you see yourself finding love again? Can we the people and the undead alike expect a second memoir from you in the future?
First of all, as for moving on with my “life,” that might be a little tough to do if I’m not in any condition to move. In other words, if I’m strapped down to the side of a hill in Knoxville, TN, at a field research facility dedicated to the study of human decay, then chances are my options are going to be pretty limited. So let’s just leave it at that.
And yes, I do see myself as a bit of an activist for the undead. Or at least for zombies. I don’t have time to stump for the rights of vampires and mummies and other death-challenged creatures. They’re going to have to deal with their own problems.
Will I ever find love again? I’ll answer that with a poem from Emily Dickinson:
The Heart asks Pleasure – first -
And then – Excuse from Pain -
And then – those little Anodynes
That deaden suffering -
And then – to go to sleep -
And then – if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor
The privilege to die -
As for a second memoir from me in the future? I guess that all depends on how this field research facility thing works out.
Thanks for the questions.
