It was a gray day, not unlike any other. A typical fall commute. I drove towards campus and a day’s worth of academic responsibilities. Another day of grinding, the rinse and repeat existence.
Except it wasn’t.
I remember the sky in particular. There it was, gray and passive, the infinite expanse staring at me with the apathy of the inanimate. The sky looked to me without a care, clouds passing over just as they did on any other day.
My suffering felt meaningless. Continue reading “On Bourdain, Suicide, and the Darkness”