Literary discourse frequently aims to examine the emotional jumble that people go through when they confront death and dying.
Readers can experience the final chapter of a character’s experience virtually through literary artists’ representations.
But does the reader imagine and accept his or her own cessation in the process?
Or is it necessary for us to always be present as voyeurs at the death of a “other” being?
We cannot, in fact, picture our own death; everytime we try to do so, we find that we survive ourselves as witnesses, Freud said in his 1918 essay “Reflections on War and Death.”
While we accept that others will die and be destroyed, we perceive the possibility of our own death as being somewhat unnatural.
