Tuesday 2010-08-10

dreamt of a black blank space, a high-pitched voice was calling out for everyone to view the death-defying feats of a high diver. Standing upon his perch, the high diver beseeched us for donations, below bonds were being written upon his life and money was flowing in. As he waved, he mentioned his underling, his brother, and his underling's underling, his youngest brother. Looking over the bonds, money, and brothers, I realized that this act was suicidal. And then he leapt.

The paper said he died of a ruptured spleen. The accompanying photo showed a man decapitated at the jaw. I woke up and could not immediately sleep.