Open letter to everyone

Funny how everything shifts - instantly - when you see a stranger die. Then, only hours later, it catches up with you, like a kick to the stomach. Scores of cars flashing past a broken body lying impossibly twisted on coarse concrete, dirty orange traffic cones keeping impotent vigil. Not a single human being to send him off. Those fucking traffic cones did more than all of you - with broken hearts preserving the last dignity of what was left behind - and would have done more had they been able to. God damn you all. Jarred, things grate painfully. Sometimes, I think, a sealed, unlit heart really does seem worth it. Goodbye, stranger. May your destination prove serene.