ever since i was a young lass, whenever i am feeling particularly down i like to break out my copy of the complete works of sylvia plath and just wallow in my misery. alas, i cannot find my copy right now, so out of curiosity i did a search for sylvia plath videos on youtube. finding this odd 1988 short film about her gravesite is oddly soothing. i don’t know if it’s the use of night on bald mountain or the monotony of the british host, but it’s definitely not making me feel like sticking my head in an oven. a new suicide prevention tool? i think so. also…informative!