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I saw my first dead body yesterday.
dcctdw@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (dcctdw@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Wed Jun 5 09:03:42 1991
It was around 10:50 p.m. I'm walking from w20 to the T.
Psychepyschepsyche, i'm going home relatively early. Gonna get 6.5 hours
of sleep tonight. Cool. I'll be awake tomorrow. Tomorrow is Mikey's
b-day. Listening to Queen. Pump up the volume; pump up the bass. Leave
Infinite Corridor, hang a left, drumming away on air drums... and then i
notice next to 66 a white sheet on the ground. Then i notice people
standing about. Then i notice the yellow tape cutting off the perimeter.
No. No. No.
Off goes the walkman; off go the earphones; away goes the energy. Hello,
Death's Pall. I recognize you, even though we've never met before.
I still don't know if the bright red on the ground was a red skirt, or a
red shirt, or fresh blood. I didn't want to really see. I didn't want to
get too close.
Perhaps writing this is a lack of respect for the dead. I hope not.
As i walked to the T, i said a prayer for him or her. Be it God, or the
Forces of Light and Nature... Yes, my first reaction was similar to
others: Dear God, I hope it's not someone I know. But we know that's
selfish. Last night, and today, I just wished that it was worth it; that
whoever that poor tormented soul was, that he/she is at peace; that he/she
has been given understanding.
I still do not know who it was. I guess we shall find out soon enough.
And i too wish it that it not be someone i know.
And while i feel sorry for those who knew this person, i feel more sorry
now for the spirit who chose to do this. My soul is troubled that someone
else was in bad enough straits to do this.
Whoever he or she is, may they rest in peace.
