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[sanpaku_backup]

What a strange place this is, where I sit with heavy heart over the death of someone I never met.

wouldprefernot2 complained about two months ago about having a sore knee. Found out a month ago it was bone marrow cancer. And now gone, just like that.

He was one of the first people I friended on LJ. He lived a subterranean existence in DC as a librarian, seeming to ask for little from the world. I always thought that he'd be one of the folks I would eventually seek out and meet in real life on a trip down there. But I was also a little scared of him. He seemed like a razor-sharp thinker and writer.

Just absolutely senseless. Thirty-seven goddam years old. Fuck. What else is there to say.

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[hydrozoa.livejournal.com]

some people started a tribute community, deadlettroffice. if you didn't know.

ditto, man.

[saltbox.livejournal.com]

I live here and never met him. Always meant to. Fuck. I am going to make a better effort to hang out with people now. Not that that helps. Fuck.

[alsoname.livejournal.com]

I basically could have written those exact words. This is the first time a friend-who-I've-known-only-on-the-Internet has died, and I'm increadibly upset but bereft of any ... social "scripts" to help me figure out how exactly I'm supposed to be reacting. That sounds like a really dumb thing to say, but ...

Fuck.