remove my face from in your mirror
1956 ~ 1980
‘… [O]ut of the corner of my eye I saw him.
He was kneeling in the kitchen.
I was relieved - glad he was still there ‘Now what are you up to?’
I took a step towards him, about to speak.
His head was bowed, his hands resting on the washing machine.
I stared at him, he was so still.
Then the rope - I hadn’t noticed the rope.
The rope from the clothes rack was around his neck.
"If you shoot yourself, you'll become God, isn't that right?"
"Yes, I'll become God"