I looked into its filmy eyes inquisitively and saw it was the body’s fear, not mine, not the soul’s, and so it was fear of death. I realised I could distinguish between my inner self and my physical body... An ice-cold surface covered my inner heat.
In this short story a man relates his inner-most thoughts and reflections as he suffers a heart attack on the street and is then brought back to life after three and a half minutes. It is a compelling tale of something appalling and yet completely ordinary, of pain and fear and acceptance, whilst walking the thin dividing line between life and death.
In contrast to the speed of this near-death experience, the book includes a series of photographs in which the passage of time is hardly apparent. Over the course of a year the author photographed a wild pear tree in his garden at different times of the day and year, recording its changes under the differing light conditions. My Own Death contrasts perceptions of the here and now with the hereafter, and its complex composition alludes to mortal time and its passage.