The Suicide of an Artist

She hanged herself with her own shoe laces from the hook on the inside of the toilet door. Her agent said, i don't think she was depressed. It was deeper than that. I think she felt something more like existential despair which is what makes many artists tick. Truth didn't kill her. Lies did. The lies of worthlessness and futility whispered by an afflicted brain. And a far from enhancing her talents, these nerological storms waste time narrow vision and lead us here to that most tragic, most selfish action. So there's this tension here, because here you have the one of the greatest living playrites, certainly y one of the great living playrits, she