A few weeks ago I had a conversation with a friend whose friend/coworker had committed suicide a few days earlier. His friend's suicide coincided with the day that someone very close to me died five years earlier. We sat on the curb outside of my apartment until 2 or 3a.m. talking about life and death and everything in between. We both cried and talked about feeling guilty for things that were out of our control. It was the most private moment I've had recently, in any kind of space. Experiencing negative emotions in a public space, especially one that is wide open, has always made those negative feelings more intense. The open space is less comforting and makes me feel more alone, even with another person sitting next to me.
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