Monday, February 21, 2011

The Map of a Truck

Today I recorded my final rap for Amanda Palmer's 'Map of Tasmania.'

Today Jim is working on 'The Organ Donor's March' animation, cutting up pieces of paper, figuring things out. I love to watch him work.

Today I found out my childhood friend is in a coma here in Melbourne. She was run over by a garbage truck. Her pelvis is crushed. Her coma is medically induced, they don't want to wake her up. Too much pain. She can't breathe on her own, there are machines to do it for her.

We grew up not far from each other, in the countryside of Ontario, Canada. Her family and my family were good friends. I have so many memories of those beautiful, blonde sisters and their fairytale home. She has lived in Melbourne for years. She is insanely smart, like scary smart. When she was five she had a better vocabulary than most professional writers. She's a lawyer now. She's 27. She was run over by a truck. A fucking truck.

Humans are so little. So fragile. Trucks are big. And stupid. Who the fuck thought of trucks?

I want to keep smiling and believe that she will be ok. Because humans are fragile but they are also very strong. And resilient. And she's so smart and determined and beautiful. She must know how to fix herself. Even in her sleep.

She was riding her bicycle to work.

I write a blog, I send emails, I record a song. I keep doing things. Intermittently, I cry. Quietly.

I want to be able to make her all better. I want to fix everything.

Jim cuts paper. I send some more emails. And I try to understand how to keep going when someone so beautiful is hurting so badly. And I can't do anything about it.


  1. I am so sorry to hear about your friend. I really hope she makes a full recovery.

    You're right, who the fuck thought of trucks!?!? More so, who the fuck thought of truck drivers who don't take better care when driving!!!

    There is nothing I can say to make you or her feel better, but even though i don't really know you, nor do you know me but i'm thinking of you.


  2. I wish there was magical wisdom and ancient secrets I could give you for this.

    Unfortunately, there's not.

    I can tell you stories if you'd like. I have lots of those.

    And I will hold out hope for your friend and I will also hope that she will want to fight for this.

  3. Life is sometimes so damn hard.
    I can only wish the best for your friend.

  4. I hope something can be done for your friend. I wish there was soemthing a bit happier I could say, but I hope someone can.

  5. I am so sorry, I feel so sad for you and her, and her other friends and family members.

    It is an unjust and cruel situation. My heart goes out to you.

  6. I'm so, so sorry about your friend. I hope she can be healed - a lot of the times, the body knows just what to do. Sleep definitely helps the process.

    You are in my thoughts.

  7. I am so sorry. You are right though. Humans are strong. Every time you think you have seen the limits of that strength, they surpass it.

    I hope your friends strength finds the level it needs to return to family and friends.

    Sheri and I are sending hugs and warm thoughts. I wish we could do more. If you need anything let us know.

  8. I'm really sorry to hear about your friend, Kim. I hope that she'll be alright and that you are holding up.