i took this picture with my cell phone at some point during freshman year.
it's just a little something a friend pointed out while we stared down at the library floor and talked instead of doing homework. i don't remember what we we're yakking about, but i bet it had something to do with oppression, and probably something about her being jewish and my being, not.
i sent it as a postcard to 13345 copper ridge rd germantown, maryland 20874, after writing something like, "i've never found my faith, but i swear to god i tried." in my very best handwriting. i forget the exact wording, but i know i'm sure it was all dramatic and post-secrety like that. (redface). i distinctly remember how it felt as it dropped from my hand into the mailbox. it was that intoxicated feeling of happy relief, and was there a stamp on that? and goddammit why didn't i think to add glitter, and well, whatever it's done. afterwards i stopped checking that blog every sunday.
i heard about the tragic loss of an nyu student earlier today while in Fieldwork I. i was waiting for the resolution of some technical difficulties before a few classmates began their presentation on "client's rights and counselor responsibilities." naturally, i didn't believe my ears and my head became too clouded to pay any attention to the powerpoint. but everything is true when you read about it on nyu local while standing at the computers in Kimmel. and never more clear than when in email form from NYU President John Sexton, which i skimmed before weaving through the newscasters outside of the library on my way to the psychotherapist i work for. but wasn't real to me until i extraextra read all about it from every media source i could think of.
i extend my deepest sympathies to the family and friends of the victim,
and will hold off on adding anything further to signify a moment of silence.