On Being Numbed
Early last night, I heard the news shortly after it had happened. At first it was a rumor, then word came that it was true.
A man I know had ended his life on the street outside his home in the Marigny. I didn’t know him well, but, nevertheless, I knew him. He did not seem exceptional, although, whenever I saw him, he was always pleasant and unfailingly upbeat.
He was just a man.
This morning, I am confused. I do not feel sad. I do not feel scared. I do not feel anything – except perhaps another insinuating tug towards darkness.
I do feel diminished, less than what I once was just yesterday afternoon.
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