I’ve been rotting in bed for days now. I first laid down to watch a Varda film, but I soon forgot any reason to get up again. Now, the fibers of my skin have weaved into the polyurethane foam of my mattress topper, turning brown and green like zombie flesh. I’ve decided I will die here.  Though I cannot really move, I’ve made the most of my time on this deathbed. I watched a documentary that d...