The Suicide Shop

Lucrèce, Marilyn, Mishima, Vincent … All of

away the poisons that fell onto the floor the previous day, and wonders out loud: ‘Won-won-won, won-won-won?’

Mishima turns off the news on the radio. ‘What are you saying?’

His wife unfastens some straps and removes the filtration cartridge from her mask. ‘What are we going to do with Marilyn? Either she goes on as if nothing has happened or she stops. I won’t hide the fact that I would regard that as a

almost faces his sister. Oh, the piercing power of his gaze, the ravaged radiance of his anguished eyes beneath his head bandages! Outside in the darkness, through the panes of his sombre room’s small window, a neon advertising sign suddenly dazzles him with a crazy intense yellow light. Then the shadows of his face become a very pale green and his short, now pink, beard seems painted by brushstrokes arranged in a