WHEN A TRALFAMADORIAN SEES A CORPSE

all he thinks is that the dead person is in a bad condition in that particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is ‘So it goes’





When I die, I hope I get to be neighbors with Vonnegut, Derrida, and Jesus.


Vonnegut is dead. Long live Vonnegut.