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Hernan Bas (American, 1978), The Hailstorm (he's been through this before), 2013. Acrylic, silkscreen and airbrush on linen, 60 x 47 7/8 in.

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Dead by beeple .

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how i became impossible by Mary Ruefle

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Bob Dylan Positively 4th Street

You got a lotta nerve To say you are my friend When I was down You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve To say you gota helping hand to lend You just want to be on The side that's winning

You say I let you down You know it's not like that If you're so hurt Why then don't you show it

You say you lost your faith But that's not where it's at You had no faith to lose And you know it

I know the reason That you talk behind my back I used to be among the crowd You're in with

Do you take me for such a fool To think I'd make contact With the one who tries to hide What he don't know to begin with

You see me on the street You always act surprised You say, "How are you?" "Good luck" But you don't mean it

When you know as well as me You'd rather see me paralyzed Why don't you just come out once And scream it

No, I do not feel that good When I see the heartbreaks you embrace If I was a master thief Perhaps I'd rob them

And now I know you're dissatisfied With your position and your place Don't you understand It's not my problem

I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes And just for that one moment I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time You could stand inside my shoes You'd know what a drag it is To see you

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Suehiro Maruo 

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Witkacy - Green Eye Composition, 1918

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This was added just a few months ago. An unidentified male estimated to be 16-18 years old, hung himself from a tree in Louisiana in 1975. He left a long, very verbose suicide note to his parents, found in a jar besides the tree.

It's very sad, but also very interesting and it begs a lot of questions. Here are the excerpts from the website:

"Mom and Dad,

You have provided be excellent advantages and privileges and experiences. I am extremely grateful for all of your sacrifices, time and support. I am now repaying you with an arrogant act. In this light, I do see it as criminal. I can only hope that you see that it was me who caused it.

I never did develop into a real person and I cannot tolerate the false and empty existence I have created.

It is best if I cease to live, quietly, than risk that later I will break and shatter by violence or linger years under care. I implore you to see a psychiatrist in order that you might understand my death and my life. Ask thoroughly about what I was and you will see that it is not tragic that I am gone but more natural than if I continued.

I was born with a definite pervasive melancholy. What frustrated me most in the last year was that I had built no ties to family or friends. There was nothing of lasting worth and value. I led a detached existence and I was a parody of a person-literally and figuratively. I didn't tell jokes-I was a joke.

I am a bomb of frustration and should never marry or have children. It is safest to defuse the bomb harmlessly now. I do not want to bother with being a "reformed and cured" person limping through life. I am this self-centered.

I am no longer interested in the world and know that it is not interested in me. When you stop growing you are dead. I stopped growing long ago."

He adds an aside addressed to the authorities:

"You are bound to preserve domestic peace and order. If you pursue who I was (and spend hundreds of dollars) you will accomplish little. There are no legal consequences of my death or any kind of entanglements. All that can happen is that you will shatter the domestic peace and order of two innocent lives. Do not deprive them of the hope that their "missing" son will return. Let me be, let it be as if I wasn't ever here. Simply cremate me as John Doe."

The most intriguing part of all this for me, is when he talks about being a "bomb of frustration" that it was "safest to defuse" by ending his life. One can't help but wonder exactly what he seemed to know he would do if he continued in life.

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In 2009, a man arrived in an Irish town with a plan to disappear forever

In 2009, a grey-haired man arrived by bus in the seaport town of Sligo in Ireland. Under the name Peter Bergmann, he checked into a hotel and carried three large pieces of luggage to his room. Over the next three days, he was captured by closed-circuit security cameras leaving the hotel with a full plastic bag and returning to his room with nothing. On the fourth day, he went to the nearby seaside village of Rosses Point, where he would later wash up on the shore. A haunting mystery unravelled through a combination of eye-witness interviews and CCTV footage, The Last Days of Peter Bergmann is an existential rumination on a mysterious man’s story – or perhaps on its absence.

Director: Ciaran Cassidy

Producer: Morgan Bushe

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“Bitter Snow,” by Robert & Shana ParkeHarrison

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Shumen, Bulgaria

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FELT

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CHRISTOPH HEINRICH KNIEP 

Bocca di Capri, 1789

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Sunset Over the Pond with Storks, 1917 by Maurice Hagemans (watercolour)

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Check out Elijah Burgher, Portrait of John Balance as Talisman Against Suicide (2013), From Whitney Biennial 2014