Commentary. This was inspired when I had read some responses to people who were contemplating suicide, and I thought that describing the future to a suicidal person must be like trying to describe colors to the colorblind — it’s something that they just can’t see or comprehend. When one is caught in the fog that makes one contemplate the end there is a lot of talk that just can’t penetrate it. One can hear about things will get better but it doesn’t register, like people are talking about someone else’s life rather than one’s own. The experience of depression does not allow hope, and appealing to hope is not as effective as one thinks it should be.