Monday, May 25, 2015

i'm just pain covered with skin.

“I need some air, I feel overwhelmed by boredom and grief.” —Vincent van Gogh (in a letter to his brother Theo)

My Life as a Play #83:

*Classroom, circular tables, infinite Mindframe breeches*

1: Can anyone tell me how van Gogh commited suicide?
2: He shot himself in the chest
1: Yes! And did he die immediately?
2: No, he was taken to hospital and died of an infection days later
Chorus: (exclaims in interest)
3: (interrupting) Sorry, do we have to discuss the specifics of his death? Can we show him a little more respect?
1: (pauses) I’m just trying to make it a little more fun for the class
3: Well I don’t think suicide is a fun topic of conversation
Chorus: (mumbles indiscreetly)
4: God, lighten up! I think it’s an interesting topic!
1: Anyway…

The irony of this discussion as we mark 1 year since Oliver left was not lost on me. I've survived a lot of things, and I'll probably survive this.