spent all summer making daisy chains.
One living person I know, and she's dead before she's even had a chance to see the world. Well, in my day, that was very common, even if you lived to be 100-odd. But now, it's just...the living have this way of being so violent and cruel. They don't know the value of death, that's the problem. Nobody knows what they've got until someone takes it away. See, and now I'm being philosophical. This is what things like this do to me.
This is why I shouldn't talk to the living. I mean, look at poor Nick. He tries so hard to make connections with people and it destroys him when mortality strikes. But I don't think he's an idiot, just an optimist. I just...I feel awful for him, too.
The mood around here, it's...sombre. It has been for a long time. Is it so much to ask that people could just be civil to each other and respect life and what it's worth? Apparently, it is.
I think I'm just going to talk to Nick and make sure he's alright. If I talk him into feeling better, it might work on me.
I've never been here before.
How are you today? I'm going to come up, and I'll bring a book, if you don't mind. I'm sure you don't want to be alone. Well, I don't.
Always remember, there has to be enough light to see the darkness, and be thankful for that, when the darkness seems all around.