While I was walking yesterday, on a busy downtown sidewalk, in a city I wasn’t familiar with, I saw the body of a man who’d jumped from one of the top floors of a nearby building, and had landed on the roof of a car, crumpling it. I wasn’t within sight of the man when he’d jumped; he’d done so a few minutes before I’d arrived. And I’d only seen him now because, walking toward the station where waited a train I intended to board in order to depart this city, I’d turned down a block I’d not meant to turn down, by mistake. The sketch above is of the face of a man who’d also seen the body of the man who’d jumped, and who’d stopped to look at him.
