We have lost luminaries these past few days.
Kate Spade.
Anthony Bourdain.
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After the shock, the (predictable) post-mortems begin to roll in.
The statistics about middle-aged white folk and suicide.
The posting and re-posting of hotline numbers to call.
The admonishments.
I find none of it convincing and most of it ghoulish and/or pointless.
Again and again I go back to William Styron's powerful 1989 essay in Vanity Fair about his own nearly-fatal descent into despair.
Rest in Peace, KS and AB.
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