Apr 11, 2016
Poet Roma Faizullin died today. Friends write, he hang himself. Terrible.
I did not answer his message a month ago, now there is no one to answer to. I wish I answered “Thank you, Romochka” at least, as I did previous times.
Another reproach for the rest of life. We all are guilty, no question about that. Now I see him as a figure of cosmic, abysmal loneliness. He was as endlessly alone and misunderstood as only a poet could be. No one was there to help, no one cared, and those who cared were powerless. And now it is too late.