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It is heartbreaking. I guess saying any more than that is just pointless. Not in a maudlin way -- I just think that society has bundled the topic of self-murder into a few highly touchy and tightly wound subjects. Having been 'on that bridge' so to speak; I am curiously at a loss for words. Whenever someone else suicides you just wind up wondering what they might have known (or not known) that you know (or don't know) which assumes it is a rational process, which of course it is not....of course it's never a question of knowledge. Ugh. Just...Be well. That's all. Sending the best of vibes your way. Not in some dumb hippie way -- but you know what I mean.


Thanks, Keith. I spent a lot of time thinking, "what was he thinking" and now I can concentrate on the thinking he wanted me to pay attention to: the stuff in the books. The essays, for me; more trickily, the fiction.

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