I've seen or heard of three deaths in the past six months, all in the same housing estate, all suicides.
Could it be the environment? The poor in their pigeonholes? Their diminished hopes? An incurable ailment?
Is there a link between an ageing housing estate and crumbling dreams; unhappy lives, and the leap off the parapet to self-destruction?
The most recent case (which took place barely a week ago) was someone in his or her thirties. What happened? What could have helped? I don't know; and I don't know if there'll be any simple answer.
People abandoning reason and crossing the chasm - was there ever any effort to pull back? Did someone try to pull them back? Did they know how?
Could something be done to lift sagging spirits, cheer up the downtrodden, infuse hope and ambition, turn meaningless chores into purposeful routines? Would it be too late to fight the onset of hopelessness?
I don't know. Could there be a better world than this?
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