A coworker’s son died this week. Maybe that is what has given things a particular slant of doom. I am getting disproportionately sad about things that are perhaps not so immediately tragic. Birds dying en masse, straight out of the sky.

I accidentally stumbled on a description of the instinctive drowning response. If you are drowning you can’t thrash around or call for help; you just instinctively push at the water with your hands, quietly.

But if the water is cold enough, we also have a mammalian diving reflex, that shuts things down and rearranges our blood flow, to keep us alive longer.

People surviving alongside the people who aren’t surviving can be sources of hope.

Fewer people are being murdered in the murder capital of the world. It’s something.

This might all sound dark. It is, but maybe it is also a light at the end of the tunnel.


3 Responses to Dire.

  1. annadefenestrated says:

    I’m going to write a post about SAD in response to this. Jeez.

    Fewer or less: http://grammar.quickanddirtytips.com/less-versus-fewer.aspx

  2. maggie may says:

    i’m sorry about your coworkers son. deaths that are close to home affect us even if we didn’t know the person.

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