In my quest to catch up, I've finally gotten to the October 13th issue of The New Yorker, Which means I've finally gotten to read the "Jumpers" essay. Wow. Once every two weeks, on average? That's a lot of jumpers.

This line struck me the most:

“That bridge is more than a bridge: it’s alive, it speaks to people. Some people come here, find themselves, and leave; some come here, find themselves, and jump.”

That's just spooky.