Suicide, both active and passive, used to be a private affair. Virgina Woolf put pebbles in her skirt and went to the cold river, alone. My mother didn't tell anyone she stopped taking her blood pressure meds and that was that. Now, checking out or the intention to do that is staged as high drama. Call it Theatre of the Deranged.
|Hedgehog like echidna filled with ticks and Media Dragon Suffered Jervis Bay Sep 2014|
|Poetry of two verses Eager Eagles Sep 2014 Jervis Bay|
|Just Watching Big Brother at Jervis Bay Sep 2014|