If suicide were beautiful

Looking back on 2018 now, it seems like a long time has passed. It's only been four years, and it's like passing over the distant plains and hills, looking back at the blank past, and then discovering its trajectory on the time scale.

When people think back, what kind of year was that? Will it become a different year because of the lack of regret now? It is just an inconspicuous scale before the outbreak of the new crown epidemic. At that time, there were tens of thousands of news happening in the world every day. All kinds of people died one after another. Some people were killed unfortunately, and some people committed suicide in the summer.

Maybe you also remember the news about the young man who stole a plane and committed suicide in Seattle : Richard Russell, a 29-year-old ground worker at Seattle-Tacoma Airport in Washington, USA, ended his day After a routine job, sneaked onto the tarmac in the cockpit of a 76-seat twin-engine Bombardier Q400. Then, without a pilot's license and without any flying training, he fired up the engine and took the plane into the sky. Richard Russell did not survive the plane crash on an island in Puget Sound near Seattle 75 minutes later.

This is my memory of 2018, it is deeper than any so-called "national event", the media deliberately wants people to remember, like a pause in the long life of countless people, a sigh, when we witness it with our own eyes, There's nothing you can do but stop and state the fact, stop and wait those 75 minutes.

After that, 2019, 2020... until today, in this really "hot and dead" summer (many people hear about heat stroke for the first time), people continue to hear some news of suicide from far away : The student committed suicide by jumping into the river; the victim's family could not bear the grievance and committed suicide; the 18-year-old girl committed suicide by the Internet violence - countless people witnessed the picture of her falling from the building, and the mobile phone fell with the owner, leaving a brief few seconds in front of the camera .

These events have caused unprecedented sadness and anger, most of all anger, and in my opinion countless news events in which "suicide" should be defined as "murder." It's not like the young man who stole the plane - I want to go to the location of the killer whale mother, the one who didn't want to leave the dead killer whale baby in the news the other day, and I want to see it.

Shuji Terayama also mentioned in "Throw away the book and go to the street": If suicide is beautiful, it is fiction and accidental. Some owners of small and medium-sized enterprises are driven to bankruptcy by debts and commit suicide. This form of suicide is actually "homicide". This kind of suicide, caused by the over-expansion of capitalist society, should be counted as homicide no matter what form it takes.

This summer, that summer, we heard about a lot of young people committing suicide, and then never heard of it again.

I think the closest thing to fiction and beauty is a photo in a group chat with no explanation, just the discovery process. People's most intuitive reaction is that the suicide has found a good place for himself. But it is inevitable to be accused of being indifferent. Maybe there are too many news of "homicide". Even if there is no conclusive truth, it is possible to imagine why he "suicide".

But if suicide was beautiful and accidental, then he did find himself a good place, like the young man who suddenly decided to steal a plane to see the killer whale mentioned in the news. Although there was only one photo, it was enough to imagine. He found two trees for himself, with ropes connected between the trees. He climbed up the stairs and let himself hang between the two trees, ending himself. s life.

There are no obstructions around, just like a small dot of ink in the entire blank, once found, it can be erased so easily.

This is life.

In the sky that is not known whether it is early morning or evening, his figure is small, but it is the most clear and unforgettable. People were stunned, as if they had forgotten the facts in front of them, but how could they actually be ignored, so there was only a sigh in their hearts. Just stop there, waiting for something, or there is no such thing as an end.