On The Edge

This was one of the views from Beachy Head, and one of the memorials to the lives lost here. I flippantly said to my friend Don that suicide was the easy way out. He pointed out the contrary: "That water's awful hard when you hit it."

He added that no one chooses to commit suicide. It is something that is "done to them" by others or their environment. As in much else, Don had it right. And I suppose the implication is that "we" did it to them.

Maybe that is why the crosses on Beachy Head are both poignant and accusative. They mark where people got pushed over the edge by the rest of us.

Here are two more slightly gloomy pictures from the Head, followed by another one from the same spot which has more life and light:

Head Shot

Well, I made it there. And this picture is the proof. I promised not to throw myself off Beachy Head. And I didn't. It's a beautiful place, and it's so sad that many choose it as a place to die. For me, it seemed at the time more of a place to reflect on life, rather than death, but then I suppose feeling forced to jump is also a reflection on the life experienced by the suicide. I will write more about Beachy Head before long...

Head Case

Ever since I stopped working in an office, I seem to have been working in an office — at home. And whereas there used to be fixed hours and lunch breaks, the person I'm working for now — myself — doesn't let me have any time off.

So I've promised myself a walk to Beachy Head. Not to throw myself off. Although it's a popular spot for that sort of thing. But to get some fresh air and clear my mind.

I need a break.