April 23, 2009
The writing assignment was to write about "the empty chair." I thought of the electric chair, in the front of a room full of viewers, people who came to see the spectacle. I pretended I was a reporter, leaning against the wall. The creepiness of a silent crowd, all focussed on something terrible that was about to happen in the front of the room. The guards come in. The Chaplain comes in. Then they bring in the man of the hour. They have to drag him in. He looks up at us with wild eyes. I think about my life.