People used to picture me as a skeletal figure, wearing a black cloak and carrying a scythe with which to reap mortal lives. But I left that image in the Dark Ages where it belongs. Now I come to you in different guises. A hip hopper dancing in the street. A black gangster child in L.A. An elegant lady dressed in white. Whatever I decide to be. I am always visible and that’s why I must choose an imagery. Often people don’t notice me even at the moment I touch them. I find myself in a crowded street, in New York perhaps, or a busy underground railway in any of a dozen major capital cities. I try not to bump into people, I dodge to the left, or to the right, but they rush into me in their eagerness to be somewhere else and, in touching me, they find Death, sudden or slow, it varies. But my touch is, as ever, final.
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