Gangrey
Vol. I · No. 1Prolonging the Slow Death of NewspapersEst. 2026

Burying Yourself

sacred ground

A new voice on here. Check him out. Jared Strong: Robert Knuth knelt in the soggy red earth and thrust his hands into the ground.



There, on a bluff that overlooks Bear Creek in southern Dallas County, the wind whistled through the trees. The water gurgled in the stream below.



He chose this bend in the creek where he used to play as a child because its current runs fast. He hoped it would quickly wash away the demons of anger, sadness and anguish that had plagued his 40 years.



The moist clay squished between his fingers as he dug deeper. And deeper still.



Demons like these aren't easy to get rid of.



That was one month ago.



On that bluff, Knuth buried his former self: the…

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