November 04, 2005


I'm sitting here looking at a dozen or more images I was asked to download and examine from a camera I retrieved from the police. They're of a friend of my family; he took them in the days before he jumped off the Golden Gate bridge earlier this year. He's young, good-looking, troubled, and the last half dozen of the lot show him looking moody, pensive, and dressed against the cold in his hotel room in the City before he went to the bridge and jumped; he appears to have taken them himself. I can read the time on the digital clock behind him in the last one -- it's a few hours before he jumped; the image timestamp is the day of his death. It matches the last entry in his journal.

It's a weird experience.


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