“I could never think about my own death,” says Victor Bender, sitting in his apartment on a clear July afternoon. “I wanted to live forever. It was too unimaginable not to be breathing, tasting, smelling, hearing.
“I could never think about my own death,” says Victor Bender, sitting in his apartment on a clear July afternoon. “I wanted to live forever. It was too unimaginable not to be breathing, tasting, smelling, hearing.
