it is my life that is the true art. and all i can leave behind is fragments of my experience. artful insights into who i may have been. i, as this dean, will never know because i will not be there to see the completed picture, the full stop. my life's work will be my life's work. creativity flowing through me. expression as exhalation.
like a comet i will leave behind a brilliant trail, illuminated not from within but from a point outside myself. it will be your eyes that bring me to life and keep me there. for now all i can do is keep breathing. breathing and hoping that what i do leave behind is of some significance, and that i do not fade out into un-remembered nothingness. a fate worse then death.