“From Cradle to Grave”

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Crying, a baby is born from a woman who is dying.

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An infant crawls for the first time as his father watches him through a monitor.

Hours later, a mother’s life crawls for the last time as her husband watches a line on a monitor.

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With trembling, virgin hands, a lively boy touches death for the very first time. Upon penetration, he feels a frog’s corpse pulsing under his scalpel, or at least he thinks he does. Nerves can be like jesters dancing around under our skin. All of his classmates laugh at him like he’s a jester himself.

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A young man buries his father alongside his mother, and goes on to bury himself in the biomedical research he had been working on alongside his father.

“A cure for depression will be found someday, son,” his hard-working old man would always tell him after long hours at the laboratory together, holding a bottle of beer like a microphone. “For now, let’s keep enhancing the relief.”

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Crying, the dead are reborn from a world that is dying.

Like infants, they learn to crawl, stand, and walk.

Like a scared boy, a middle-aged man in a cemetery stares at a full-body portrait of his decomposing parents in drunken motion.

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With still, experienced hands, a bold old man touches death for the umpteenth time.

Another corpse under his scalpel.

Another distorted face molded by depression.

Another failed attempt at finding a cure.

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The dead crawl and walk through the halls as an old man watches through security monitors.

The entire city has been suffering for years, crying all day and night. Now his facility is at the broken heart of it all.

“A cure will be found someday, dad,” he says to his father’s ghost hanging from the ceiling, swinging back and forth like the pendulum of a clock counting down. “For now… relief.”