Alright, this is the last of my Moments Twelve about death giving meaning to life, or allowing life to mean, or what have you. I’ve just been into that as a theme lately, I guess. And you may know that I can’t put said theme to rest without bringing Bokurano into it.

Good literature, I think, makes us feel our membership in the human race. It engenders within us an empathy and a love for living things that can be hard to come by during the natural course of our everyday lives. That’s no small feat, and it’s one of the reasons I’m so averse to selling [...]