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Petites histoires de mort Walking to get lunch on a rare hot summer day in Seattle. I saw a man collapse on the sidewalk. A couple of people stopped to help him; it became apparent that he was having a heart attack. chickens going to market in mexico
   I watched in sick horror as his life came to a grinding halt. I knew I shouldn't stare.
   I was fascinated and disgusted.
   What is it about a city that makes people so unreactive to death? Most people that passed seemed angry that the dying man was blocking their way to the latte stand; they just stepped right over him.
   But who am I to chastise? I can't even remember how to do CPR….

 
 
 
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