Joan Didion, noted woman of letters (and born of California's Central Valley) said that we, "search for the sermon in the suicide." Meaning, we look for the narrative in all things, the story we need to tell ourselves in order to live. We seek this narrative because the idea of "knowing" makes a difference to our experience. We live by the imposition of the narrative upon disparate images, by the ideas with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria that is our actual experience. That is, until the contradictions of everyday life splinter the narrative and leave us to our fate. How long can we hold on to the idea that there is a maudlin greeting card sentiment for each of life's torments?
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