Back from a second whirlwind weekend in New York in as many weeks, and there’s a veritable goon squad of deadlines bearing down in the next eleven hours before I leave for Port-au-Prince. Nevertheless, I have a new camera for the trip—93/75 with thundershowers, 6-megapixel sensor and 18-55mm Nikkor kit lens, and the general feeling that when I return Friday, I’ll be seeing the world in a totally different light.

Some people want to be dressed their best, laid in silk-lined boxes, covered in dirt, topped with stone. Some want to be frozen, preserved, to see a future that will reanimate the dead. Some want to be incinerated, returned to dust and inertness.

I think this is for me: Pencils made from the carbon of human cremains. 240 pencils can be made from an average body of ash – a lifetime supply of pencils for those left behind.
—Carbon Copies by Nadine Jarvis (via The World’s Best Ever)

If you plan to outlive me, please do me this solid. Thank you.