I think it’s really over now. How did I get here? The memories flood by in a blur—nothing makes sense anymore. In my mind, I see them all, their faces, their courage, their deaths, or worse—the loss of their humanity. I tried to be a hero, but I couldn’t save them. I will NEVER become one of those monsters! I would rather die. Death doesn’t scare me anymore. Come, Friend, and we will leave this **** for good.
—This is the suicide letter that acts as my artist statement (in final form it is a handwritten note).
© Hannah Devaney