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Death in Hoboken

About 20-25 minutes ago, someone jumped off the roof of a building that's right next to where I work. I didn't know what was happening, only that there were a lot of police cars and yellow tape along the alley between the two buildings across River Street from Wiley. I walked down the sidewalk and looked up the alley: a police officer was standing next to a body on the ground, covered in a bloody white sheet. I overheard someone saying that someone (a man?) had broken into the building and got to the roof, then jumped. Although, no one is really sure if it's suicide or if someone might have pushed him. When I realized what I was looking at, I felt horrified, then guilty for standing there staring like some vulture. I turned away and walked into the building. When I held up my ID for the security guards, my hands shook so hard I dropped it. I'm a bit freaked out, needless to say. This is the first time I've ever seen a dead body in the streets. Although, one might say that I live a sheltered life of luxury and privilege for never having seen one before. I suppose that's true. Still, it doesn't lessen the shock.

Marine Autumn

I owe you marine autumn
With dankness at its roots
and fog like a grape
and the graceful sun of the country;
and the silent space
in which sorrows lose themselves
and only the bright crown
of joy comes to the surface.

--Pablo Neruda.

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