I look at the faces of the people jumping from the Golden Gate bridge and I see what they mean. I can almost feel their pain, their emptiness. How they embrace death, to deliver them from here. They must have tried hard, and felt that they had failed. Lately, I have failed in many ways, and many times. The woman I have been with, I couldn’t feel the way she felt for me. Others, they didn’t want to be close to me. They liked me, but that’s no consolation. Then I met someone, and now, I feel like all I have is memories of her, even though we only met once. I have bought her a book, I put it at the centre of my table, to make myself suffer. It will pass, I am sure, and I’ll be back to nothing, to emptiness.