This work is about the finitude of our flesh. A concept that we usually deny when we’re young or in good health. But the decay of our body starts at our birth, and it is still happening now independently from our will. Recognizing the inescapable end of our body can result in overwhelming feelings. The fact that our body is the object of our short existence is a fear that denies everything and grows inside. It is the realization of our mortality. All lives are hidden deaths.