This is mind-boggling and a bit chilling. To achieve a kind of anonymous immortality this way…it leaves one… I don’t know, speechless, stunned, full of questions, staring into the middle distance.
The face of the Resusci-Anne “doll” that is used in CPR training is-- was-- the face of a real woman… a girl, actually, estimated to be 16 at the time of her death.
We’ve lost the appreciation for the macabre that people of the 19th C. allowed themselves. A Peruvian mummy on display in Paris inspired Gauguin and Edvard Munch.
At least we don’t sentimentalize poverty as they also did. Or do we?
I saw this story on Mysteries at the Museum, I believe. Fascinating. I’ve kissed her, myself
Forgive me for feeling that this is exactly what we’re doing every time there’s a fad for rich people proving they can live on food-stamp amounts of groceries.
Although the story itself is a sad one, I think it’s a bit wonderful that this unknown, unloved, young woman has attained a kind of immortality and an importance that she never experienced in life. Thousands of people daily make a symbolic effort to save her, when she probably died hopeless, alone, unmissed and unregretted, throwing herself off a bridge into the Seine.
I’m sure one of us who is more of a philosopher than practical old me can tell us what type of metaphor this represents.