I despair at the thought that life has come to this. That somehow we've slipped so far and let things get so far out of hand that one sees this as the only act left for a truly moral being to do. I'm an anarchist poet from Ottawa, Canada, and this existentialist conclusion of the moral absurdity of existing in this world always struck me as somewhat far-fetched and unbelievable.

There's a weight to his final letter that's left me without a clue as to where to go with this. I'll do as much as I personally can to disperse this article. Noble actions should not be left to be buried and made obscure by the institutions that divide us.