You know you're going to die. You've known for a long time. Most of the time this knowledge is manageable — held at a distance by routine, by plans, by the endless small tasks that make up a day. Then something happens — a health scare, a birthday that marks a decade, the death of someone your age — and the knowledge comes close.

The thoughts that follow are rarely ones you can share. They're too raw, too existential, too likely to concern the people who love you.

This is where they go instead. Anonymous thoughts about mortality, posted without a face. The void doesn't flinch.