“We are all made of liquid and slippery organs. Life was improbable. Fragile. It was only a matter of time before something ripped us up and ruined us and we died. It didn't take anything for me to kill the shrimp. Soft, terrible.” DeathAnxietyExistentialismOcdThe Immeasurable Depth Of YouMaria Ingrande Mora Book:The Immeasurable Depth of You Source: The Immeasurable Depth of You