Tag: suicide

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“My sister Luisa shortly before her suicide“ – In the months before her death Luisa became withdrawn, dyed her hair a desperately hopeful orangish-blonde shade, and lost a ton of weight. You can see the wear in her face. Another casualty of clinical depression. 

The picture of the flowers came in a photo frame I bought at Rite Aid. The picture of the flowers and the picture of Luisa wound up side by side on my scanner bed.

Sophie Calle, from Exquisite Pain

Sophie: 88 days ago, the man I love left me.
The scene wasplayed out on January 25, 1985, at two in the morning. I was in room 261 of the Imperial Hotel in New Delhi, he was in Paris. The split was done and dusted in three minutes, over the phone. An ordinary story. He had met another woman – a more docile one, I suppose. He would not be coming.

Unknown: I was twelve. It was in 1965. In May. At Arcachon. My mother and I were resting under a chestnut tree. It was midday. My father had left the house in the morning and we were waiting for him. Suddenly, he came out of the garage at the end of the garden, looking dazed and wild-eyed. He told us he had locked the door and tried to asphyxiate himself with exhaust. And he added, “Then I saw you, like the Virgin and Child, in a halo. And I decided not to kill myself.” There and then I jumped on my moped – I remember it was two-colored, orange and gray – and rode. Mad with pain that my dad was such a loser. Disgusted with the image that he gave of his suffering. I rode, straight ahead, for more than fifty kilometers. And then I came back.