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originally posted by: and14263
Yes. I regularly watch videos of accidents and crimes. It has desensitised me a fair bit.
I regard a normal death a something we shouldn't fear.
I regard a horrible death as one of life's occasional bad necessities.
For the record I witnessed a pretty bad death and due to my desensitisation I was the only one of two on the scene who could deal with the situation.
But don't submit yourself to horrors of you don't think you can cope.
That being said, I remember watching 9/11 footage of people jumping to their deaths from the towers. I wish I'd never seen it.
originally posted by: Kandinsky
a reply to: ketsuko
That being said, I remember watching 9/11 footage of people jumping to their deaths from the towers. I wish I'd never seen it.
Jeez, I'd forgotten that. Watching them go was like being in their shoes and I bet they never felt as alive as they did when they made that tragic decision. The entire spectrum of humanity was right there in their minds and with what their deaths symbolised.
It's upsetting just thinking about it.
originally posted by: Kandinsky
a reply to: ketsuko
That being said, I remember watching 9/11 footage of people jumping to their deaths from the towers. I wish I'd never seen it.
Jeez, I'd forgotten that. Watching them go was like being in their shoes and I bet they never felt as alive as they did when they made that tragic decision. The entire spectrum of humanity was right there in their minds and with what their deaths symbolised.
It's upsetting just thinking about it.
You have picked me out.
Through a distant shot of a building burning
you have noticed now
that a white cotton shirt is twirling, turning.
In fact I am waving, waving.
Small in the clouds, but waving, waving.
Does anyone see a
soul worth saving?
So when will you come?
Do you think you are watching, watching
a man shaking crumbs
or pegging out washing?
I am trying and trying.
The heat behind me is bullying, driving,
but the white of surrender is not yet flying.
I am not at the point of leaving, diving.
A bird goes by.
The depth is appalling. Appalling
that others like me
should be wind-milling, wheeling, spiralling, falling.
Are your eyes believing,
believing
Here in the gills
I am still breathing.
But tiring, tiring.
Sirens below me are wailing, firing.
My arm is numb and my nerves are sagging.
Do you see me, my love. I am failing. Flagging.