Honestly, won't someone stop this train?
Ahh I'm reading one of the most emotionally effecting books I've ever read. It's called Night by Elie Wiesel... an autobiographical non-fiction about a young man that survived the Holocaust. Speaking of which, I was telling a very ignorant friend of mine that I was reading it and how good it was. He said, "Ohh it's not like that actually happened." And I said, "Surely, you're kidding." And he said, "Maybe, you know how I joke around." And I ended the conversation with, "Hm, 70 years later and the Holocaust is still not funny." Can you BELIEVE him? Anyway, if you're looking for a downer, though it IS beautifully written, check it out.
Anyway, and I'm taking it out of his context, but I've felt this before and it was horrible: "I wanted to disengage myself.... But I myself was crushed under the weight of other bodies. I had difficulty breathing. I dug my nails into unknown faces. I was biting my way through, searching for air. No one cried out.... My whole desire to live became concentrated in my nails. I scratched, I fought for a breath of air. I tore at decaying flesh that did not respond. I could not free myself of the mass weighing down my chest..." p 93-94
I was trampled at a football game two years ago... digging my nails into ankles, pulling leg hairs, screaming with all might strength, until someone stood in the center of my torso, crushing my lungs and diaphragm. I really thought it was over... that was the third time I escaped what I was certain would be death.
Anyway, and I'm taking it out of his context, but I've felt this before and it was horrible: "I wanted to disengage myself.... But I myself was crushed under the weight of other bodies. I had difficulty breathing. I dug my nails into unknown faces. I was biting my way through, searching for air. No one cried out.... My whole desire to live became concentrated in my nails. I scratched, I fought for a breath of air. I tore at decaying flesh that did not respond. I could not free myself of the mass weighing down my chest..." p 93-94
I was trampled at a football game two years ago... digging my nails into ankles, pulling leg hairs, screaming with all might strength, until someone stood in the center of my torso, crushing my lungs and diaphragm. I really thought it was over... that was the third time I escaped what I was certain would be death.