Staircase to Nowhere
Suicide is a place we have all imagined, but it’s not a room any of us have really been in, other than a foot, a glance, a daydream. It’s no stranger to Los Angeles, a city with perhaps more than its fair share of broken dreams. But when not one, but two people die, when they have all that the city appears to offer – fame, success, beauty and each other, that’s when people start to look. They peered into Theresa Duncan and Jeremy Blake like a dark mirror, wondering at the reflection, seeing if they can find themselves, if they can penetrate the mystery.
In the interest of full discourse, I didn’t know the couple. I had been on Theresa’s blog, The Spirit of the Staircase (the English translation of the French saying for when you remember the perfect thing to say after the conversation is over), once, and didn’t think much of it. When I heard of their deaths, I wondered, and I read about it, and suddenly, the web seemed alive with its own theories about this couple. I certainly am not writing this in any way to exploit them, but rather to examine the conundrum they left in their wake.