Horror

March 30, 2011


Nothing prepares you for the unmentionable. A boy, a former student, died today. Crushed by his car as he was working on it. The jack slipped. I don’t know how people (his family, friends) deal with such sad and horrifying experiences in life. There is nothing to say. No painting. No poem. Expresses the horror. There is a sigh in one’s voice. And the limits of one’s imagination.

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