Joy of Suicide
I sit by the Thames, trying to write my suicide notes. They started off reasonably long (Dear Mum, I’m sorry I never became the great artist I promised you I was going to be, but I’ve realised now that I am not able to manipulate life in the way I once thought possible and that sometimes one just has to wave the white flag and give in…) but gradually became shorter until they verged on the minimalist (Archimedes — see you in hell, Adders). An hour later, I’m exhausted, so exhausted I wonder if I have any energy left to die.
Read Sam Mills‘ ‘Joy of Suicide’.
City Lunch
…I’ll remember the way you were always misplacing your scruples like car keys, always forgetting to walk through the door when I was alone, always leaving your dirty underwear in the hamper like a flower merchant who throws day-old bouquets into the trash, you were always shameless like that, like a wealthy courtesan spurning the aristocracy…
By Jackson Bliss.
3:AM Top 5: Rachel Kendall
Rachel Kendall is editor of the lit journal Sein und Werden, the latest issue is out now. Her Top 5 is: 1. ‘A Little Less Conversation’ — Elvis Presley 2. ‘Bizarre Love Triangle’ — New Order 3. ‘Limehouse Blues’ — Django Reinhardt 4. ‘Closer’ — Nine Inch Nails 5. ‘Perfect Love Song’ — Regeneration