"Beyond Imagining," by Lore Segal
Briefly

Bridget raised her hand. 'I think that the reason I think I won't mind being dead is that I can't imagine it, and I don't think we know how to believe what we aren't able to imagine.'
Bessie says the room is bright and pleasant enough. I lamely asked her how she was feeling, and she said, 'Sad. Sad and ill.'
Read at The New Yorker
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