At this point in my life, I was still essentially homeless and hanging out on campus before my return to Chicago, and yet I did have a girlfriend. She had told me that her roommate was crazy, but I didn’t really believe her until I encountered it firsthand:
Wilma’s situation with her roommate leaves me very concerned—I hadn’t expected Carol to be as bad as Wilma had said she was, but indeed that was the case. And at the same time, I find myself somewhat detached, wondering how I might make a story from it. Perhaps it could be worked into Θανατος by alternating between the perspective of the main, suicidal, character and his roommate. Or perhaps it warrants its own tale, closer to what’s happening to Wilma, but I think that the altering perspective for Θανατος is certainly a worthwhile idea.
I kind of wish I had some memory of what I thought “Θανατος” was about now. I also feel like I was demonstrating Graham Greene’s sliver of ice in the heart in my reaction at the time.
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