Spent the last two hours typing "poetry" and "suicide" into the web, and I can't do it anymore. By the time I got to Reetika Vazirani and her son I'd already been thinking: enough for now, come back to it later. Now I'm a bit of a mess. Shaken and depressed.
Another thing I hadn't foreseen: how well will I hold up while teaching the suicides? How will I do it?
