Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-26967247-20160117014328/@comment-25725945-20160124021312

I ban you because  one day, maybe not the coldest day ever, but very close, I decided to remove my clock. Heavy flakes full of rain were piling up on my shoulders. "It's a good day for pulling out one’s heart," I told myself. When I pulled on it, I felt like a bulldozer was breaking everything between my lungs. People say we see a very intense light when death comes, but personally, I only saw shadows, gigantic shadows as far as I could see, and a storm of black snowflakes. Snow was progressively covering my body, first my hands then my outspread arms. The powder snow was so full of blood that it seemed like roses were growing, then they fade away. My face, then my whole body disappeared. I felt strangely relaxed and anxious at the same time, like I was getting ready for a very long flight. A last bunch of sparks grew under my eyelids: the memory of Miss Acacia dancing on balance in her small stiletto heels, Doctor Madeleine bending over me winding up my heart’s clock, Arthur shouting his swing with blows of "Oh when the Saints go marching in!", then Miss Acacia dancing in her small stiletto heels over and over again. It happened on October 28th, 1906. The clock, my heart and its mechanics, stopped for good.