/lit/ - Literature

A year ago I decided to commit suicide, yet I did not, and this set my plans back quite a bit (I threw away a lot of work). Looking back, it seems as though my mind was in a fugue, although at the time I felt completely rational. I feel the same now, but the desire to die is growing.
I've gotten an obsession stuck in my head: I can't simply commit suicide. There are several reasons for this, but they're not important. There are two options available to me: To be killed or to die. The second is on its way, and I need only to take precautions that I am not preserved medically.

The recent case of The Burned Man was interesting. The execution was commendable but lacked any form of heroism or poetryー it was ultimately comedic, in a sense. I see him as a naïve martyr at best, although I certainly respect him no matter his naïveté. At the end of the day, he took his chance and proved his conviction through death. Still, his "martyrdom" provided some interesting data on what can be improved in situations like thisー one can only imagine that his statement would have been more useful he if had pretended to support Israel and done something distasteful, or perhaps remained honest a done something more visible. One man burning and being snuffed out is lackluster and draws little attention to his cause.