Nathalie Chicha’s blog tells me that Spalding Gray, one of my favorite spoken word artists (he acts too), has gone missing. This is worrisome because he has a history of depression and suicide attempts.
The last line of the story struck me as particularly poignant and haunting. I hope it gives some reader some clue, though I don’t see how:
In North Haven, a young boy in pajamas was seen lighting candles in three windows of Mr. Gray’s two-story, paneled wood house last night.