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Marilyn Monroe took all her sleeping pills to bed when she was thirty-six, and Marlon Brando’s daughter hung in the Tahitian bedroom of her mother’s house, while Stanley Adams shot himself in the head. Sometimes you can look at the clouds or the trees and they look nothing like clouds or trees or the sky or the ground. The performance artist Kathy Change set herself on fire while Bing Crosby’s sons shot themselves out of the music industry forever. I sometimes wonder about the inner lives of polar bears. The French philosopher Gilles Deleuze jumped from an apartment window into the world and then out of it. Peg Entwistle, an actress with no lead roles, leaped off the “H” in the HOLLYWOOD sign when everything looked black and white and David O. Selznick was king, circa 1932. Ernest Hemingway put a shotgun to his head in Ketchum, Idaho while his granddaughter, a model and actress, climbed the family tree and overdosed on phenobarbital. My brother opened thirteen fentanyl patches and stuck them on his body until it wasn’t his body anymore. I like the way geese sound above the river. I like the little soaps you find in hotel bathrooms because they’re beautiful. Sarah Kane hanged herself, Harold Pinter brought her roses when she was still alive, and Louis Lingg, the German anarchist, lit a cap of dynamite in his own mouth though it took six hours for him to die, 1887. Ludwig II of Bavaria drowned and so did Hart Crane, John Berryman, and Virginia Woolf. If you are travelling, you should always bring a book to read, especially on a train. Andrew Martinez, the nude activist, died in prison, naked, a bag around his head, while in 1815 the Polish aristocrat and writer Jan Potocki shot himself with a silver bullet. Sara Teasdale swallowed a bottle of blues after drawing a hot bath, in which dozens of Roman senators opened their veins beneath the water. Larry Walters became famous for flying in a Sears patio chair and forty-five helium-filled weather balloons. He reached an altitude of 16,000 feet and then he landed. He was a man who flew. He shot himself in the heart. In the morning I get out of bed, I brush my teeth, I wash my face, I get dressed in the clothes I like best. I want to be good to myself.

Marilyn Monroe took all her sleeping pills to bed when she was thirty-six, and Marlon Brando’s daughter hung in the Tahitian bedroom of her mother’s house, while Stanley Adams shot himself in the head. Sometimes you can look at the clouds or the trees and they look nothing like clouds or trees or the sky or the ground. The performance artist Kathy Change set herself on fire while Bing Crosby’s sons shot themselves out of the music industry forever. I sometimes wonder about the inner lives of polar bears. The French philosopher Gilles Deleuze jumped from an apartment window into the world and then out of it. Peg Entwistle, an actress with no lead roles, leaped off the “H” in the HOLLYWOOD sign when everything looked black and white and David O. Selznick was king, circa 1932. Ernest Hemingway put a shotgun to his head in Ketchum, Idaho while his granddaughter, a model and actress, climbed the family tree and overdosed on phenobarbital. My brother opened thirteen fentanyl patches and stuck them on his body until it wasn’t his body anymore. I like the way geese sound above the river. I like the little soaps you find in hotel bathrooms because they’re beautiful. Sarah Kane hanged herself, Harold Pinter brought her roses when she was still alive, and Louis Lingg, the German anarchist, lit a cap of dynamite in his own mouth though it took six hours for him to die, 1887. Ludwig II of Bavaria drowned and so did Hart Crane, John Berryman, and Virginia Woolf. If you are travelling, you should always bring a book to read, especially on a train. Andrew Martinez, the nude activist, died in prison, naked, a bag around his head, while in 1815 the Polish aristocrat and writer Jan Potocki shot himself with a silver bullet. Sara Teasdale swallowed a bottle of blues after drawing a hot bath, in which dozens of Roman senators opened their veins beneath the water. Larry Walters became famous for flying in a Sears patio chair and forty-five helium-filled weather balloons. He reached an altitude of 16,000 feet and then he landed. He was a man who flew. He shot himself in the heart. In the morning I get out of bed, I brush my teeth, I wash my face, I get dressed in the clothes I like best. I want to be good to myself.

Dear Space

Roma by Matthew Dickman