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This handwritten page is a blunt elegy for desperate young men and for the society named as their maker.

Its force comes from how little it explains. The corrected attribution to Donny Gast leaves the page feeling like a signed witness statement rather than an anonymous aphorism.

A short handwritten elegy that states its grief plainly and then signs it: 'I grieve / For the desperate / young Men And / the society / that produced / them', followed by the attribution 'Donny Gast'. The line break that opens space before the signature, and the explicit naming of 'the society / that produced / them' as culpable, give the page the feel of a signed witness statement rather than an anonymous aphorism. The reading stays brief because this is a spare, signed handwritten note.