The Violent Death Index

Awake at three in the morning. Plane crash in Buffalo on TV; 49 souls gone. But who knows how many-- the people who loved them-- who might be still asleep and don't yet know that their lives just stopped, too? I wonder about all the violent deaths in this country, more murders in one month in our larger cities than Japan has in a year, and does all that sorrow left behind add up in some way, accumulate like an invisible pollutant in the atmosphere? What kind of creatures feed off of that sorrow? What kind of thing thrives in an environment like that?


John said...

Cthulhu? Kidding. Terrible stuff though. It makes you wonder whether it is all worth it when it is so fleeting. And what's our part anyway? What is the point of what we do when taking that into consideration. I am not saying that I don't have answers to those questions, but every time I read/hear/see the news, they come up again, you know?

Michael Fountain: Blood for Ink said...

Questions? Tune in CALLS FOR CTHULU, your cable access source for madness and despair!