[3112] in Depressing_Thoughts
Walden from hell
jik@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (jik@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Sun Jun 14 22:06:07 1992
... leaving with my housemates to go to Walden at 11:15 this morning,
and finding when we get there a closed gate and a sign reading, "Full
to capacity, will re-open at 1:30."
... having three of my five housemates who accompanied me on this
journey bow out when we decided to return to Walden (after eating lunch
at the Lexington/Concord National Historic Park), leaving us with only
three people to go to Walden, despite the fact that this is the last
time we will all be together before one of my housemates moves to
Israel in a couple of weeks.
... having a pretty good time at Walden, only to have it shattered by
a two-year-old body drowning, watching the paramedics, police and
finally ambulance drivers cart him away. He died, I hear.
... finding it difficult to feel much at all for the boy. Should I
feel anything more than a slight morbidness at the death of a complete
stranger right before my face? I don't know. We don't come that
close to death all that often.
