Cyanide Pill
related to previous post regarding choice of life and death.
I flipped through this book Ignorance, by Milan Kundera, at the library.
there was a part about this guy, who procured a blue pill via his friend. it’s not the viagra pill. it’s a suicide pill. and he needed the pill, and kept it with him at all times. He does it because he needed a certainty in his life. He needed to know that he can get out any time he wants, any time he has to. In the face of depression, despair and a messed-up life, he needed a certainty, he needed to be in control of something, of everything. It was not that he took suicide lightly, but that he needed a reassurance. I think it’s interesting. Milan Kundera writes such intriguing stories, for those who have the time. he comes under the category of Art, i guess.