Death is a theme in Michael’s Ivy. The choices in life and death are a yoke to a man. A cool glass of water in an otherwise parched land, or the signal fires of another shore for the man who once had it all.
There are other themes. It’s not like you are supposed to just sit here with me and let’s have a spooky old time of it. No, no. Let’s go to outer space where death isn’t real. The year is 30,000 AD but everyone’s stopped counting by now. We’re just beings of pure light, dance with us.