I think when you're faced with your own imminent death, you default to either spilling everything you wanted to say but couldn't for some reason or other, or you hold conversations as normally as you possibly can, under the circumstances. Both are because you're afraid of what comes after, and the chance that you'll never get to do either of them again. There is unique intimacy in sending your friends "the lighting down here is awful" and getting various responses of "yep" "yeah dude" "i can't even see the fucking keyboard" etc.

See you soon.