Adam

Early Sunday morning, while walking home, my classmate was killed by a drunk driver. Hit-and-run.

As I am writing this, my friends, his friends, are gathering to memorialize his life, to remember him together, to mourn together, to support each other, together. I cannot be there.

Truthfully, I am not sure why I am writing this. I am not sure what it will accomplish. I am even not sure what this post is about. 

Tragedy makes me both yearn for home, to surround myself with those closest to me, and yearn for escape, to detach myself from reality. My remoteness right now unsettles me. No one here knew Adam. So I did not know what to say when I found out. Or who to say it to. The sadness, the true weight of it all, feels ghosted. It is intangible. Life in Copenhagen barely shivered.

I will end this now. I thought this would be a post about Adam, but I can’t find anything significant to say. My mind feels blank. And really, what do you say to this?

In Austin, I wish I could be there right now to hug each and every person. To comfort, to support, to remember. Adam, wherever you are now, I hope you are at peace.