This is likely the third time I have blogged about this story since it came out around 2005. I began to read it in a time when my leaving this world was as likely as staying, and oddly the struggles of the protagonist had a steadying effect on me. Years later, it is clear that my own transition was no more voluntary than David's. To the wise, stay clear of psych drugs, and Counselors.

A few days ago, while driving along in the, star light, through the alpine wheat fields of Eastern Oregon I began to think of the story again and it seemed as though my life has finally progressed to the end of the author's story. (No suggestion of suicide here).

So, this morning I looked up Chapter 17 and gave it a quick read and verified that my life oddly indeed does run parallel with D of C.

This is a wonderfully strange and surealisic piece of prose, though your reading level will need to be rather high to understand it. If you are not that intellectual, just trudge on, you may learn something of value to you. Growing up, I mostly read books that required me to have a dictionary there beside it.

Much peace

Gwen