January 17, 2018

I was in charge of cooking dinner tonight. I was thinking about how I might have chopped up more veggies than I needed for stir-fry when all of a sudden the stove hood and the microwave collapsed onto the stove top. I couldn’t reach the knobs for the stove anymore and I had to strain my hand just to be able to stir the pan. Dry rice noodles from the cupboard above the stove also fell into the pan. I hadn’t meant to make stir-fried noodles but I just went with it.

My brother was telling me about the times he had committed suicide in the past. I asked if he meant the times he attempted suicide, but he insisted that they weren’t mere attempts. He talked about how he always had the same person in mind when he stopped himself.