I have no presence at all, it's like i'm watching but invisible. This very sickly young boy (totally bald, chemo?) is wanting to do all this stuff before he dies. I don't think he knows that he's going to die. He's very curious and excited and wanting to see everything, and have new experiences, running around like crazy and full of hope.
Then he lies down and someone puts an oxygen mask over his face and he smiles because it feels so good. I guess he was going. It wasn't sad though.
Then he lies down and someone puts an oxygen mask over his face and he smiles because it feels so good. I guess he was going. It wasn't sad though.