Friday, April 3, 2020.
No, this is not a suicide note or an autobituary.
In the current scenario of risk around us, it is entirely possible that we could be at risk of illness and death.
I thought of this in February when I had the flu. What will become of my intellectual and creative content, the embodiment of everything I ever photographed and written, if I die?
And how would anyone reading my website, for example, know if I had shuffled off this mortal coil?