I was lying in bed this morning pondering -- should I throw someone off the roof of a building, or dismember them? One is nice for doing on camera. The body getting smaller as it falls, the scream, the arms and legs pinwheeling, the thud as it hits the concrete fifteen stories below, splattering out, setting off car alarms. The other would be done off camera, so not as visual, but sort of thematic for the book as a whole.
It's a strange thing to do for a living: pondering violent death before breakfast.
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