I’ve chosen October 12, 2014.
One hundred and nineteen days, or: a little under four months to live, reconcile myself with the prospect of oblivion, attempt to say goodbyes. I won’t pretend that I’m not afraid of what comes (or, rather, what doesn’t come) after this world, but my desire to die is far stronger than my fear of the unknown.
I’ve even found a peaceful, painless way. There’s no gory aftermath to contend with. I would like to minimize, as realistically as possible, the casualties of an acquaintance’s suicide.
I don’t know about the afterlife, differential calculus, or interstellar space, but I know that this much is true: Some people were […]