Sad news about V’s friend, with whom she shared teaching duties on the young kid’s writer’s shop. Dead from unknown circumstances, this at age 30. Such sad stuff, that’s not a kind of age at all.
I’ll always wonder why some get to live and some not. The random patterns of our lives, terminated by chance, by unforseen circumstances. By bad fucking luck. By events beyond our control.
But that’s the deal, isn’t it, and to just have gotten the chance to play the hand, and so on. And such is life. And such is death, too.