She fell from the sixty-third floor of the Sears Tower on a Tuesday morning and lay like a misplaced doll on the roof of a limousine in the courtyard below. I’d like to believe her sleepy eyed smile in the midst of a blonde tumbleweed meant she’d made peace with whatever fates had led her to shatter a column of air during that sprawling flight to oblivion. A dark dress draped over folds of bent metal that had the shine of velvet made her seem as solemn as a dignitary or a prophetess. Despite a missing shoe, her landing appeared as sudden and soft as a splash of water. Painless. Mist and nothingness awaits, an onlooker said. I’d prefer to think she’s found a better somethingness beyond this anonymous crowd. Somewhere, some loss has been eased and she’s found whatever comfort God’s become. Yeah...well.
As a journalist you would do fine in a place like London or Seattle, but everywhere else, you might get made fun of for having such a passionate dedication to detail. Where did this come from might I ask? Heard about it? Saw a picture? Because if you were actually there, you'd probably write something longer....at least I would hope. Though beautifully written and refined, the piece had a rushed feel to it, like a professor was timing you with a bell on his desk that he would smack at the end of...say...15 minutes? If that were true, I'm sure you blew the other students away. Magnificent imagery and voice.
i read this the other day, and i have to say, it reminded me of something my mother witnessed and later shared with me. she and dad had just finished breakfast and were walking to their car. mom heard this wooosh sound and a loud boom. she turned around and there was a young woman sprawled out on the street. (apparently she hit a car first before landing on concrete). unfortunately, the fall didn't kill her. all my mom could do (since she was right there, was tell her that help was coming as she yelled for my father to get a blanket out of the car to cover her). fortunately, everybody and their grandmother had a cell to call 911. my mom said it was about the longest 4 minutes she ever experienced. in some ways, she said she wished the girl had died, because she felt the result of her injuries (she was rather broken)were even a worse way to live. god knows the girl was probably pissed when/or if she woke up in the hospital. it really shook my mom up, as it was something so completely out of the ordinary to have a body flying past you.
funny, i had many days in a row at one point in life that seemed so unbearable. thankfully i never had the balls to try and end it. though i am sure if i had continued on the path i was on, it would have eventually happened. either by the hand of another, or some sad and unexpected overdose. (i am sure that would have surprised the [censored] out of me) (smile).
the pain of living can be so incredible, but it sure as [censored] beats the alternative most days.
anyhoo... you just always make me think. and thus, ramble.
THAT is simply phenomenal... I am into seriously high falling lately, so this just took my hand and wound me up the staircase (elevator out) for a ways... Excellent word play, it flowed like a bubbling river of description, didn't over-rush or white-cap in any fancy form or pattern, just cut it's way through the eyes and soul, down to the last distant THUMP... ahhhhhhhhh, the bliss of having something I might can sleep on and dream tonight...