5656 people died from suicide in England in 2023 (according to the Office for National Statistics). This strange and morbid altar, constructed in the likeness of one of my own would-be suicide scenes, is dedicated to them— “ πΏπππ π±πππ πΏπππππππ πΎππ π³ππππππ πππ π±ππππ πΎππ ππππππππ π¬πππππ ” [sic], and their explicit sadness. The altar was made by channelling the anguish of my own depression through a shamanic art of imitative magic. The process of the altar’s creation, partly formed from the discarded packaging of my own psychiatric medication, was a ritual of sorcerous evocation through which the spirits of the 5656 were mimicked through my tormented state. They echoed my despair as I echoed theirs. This altar is the vision of an afflicted mind. It is not a tasteful memorial to those we have lost, because suicide is not tasteful. It disturbs and saddens us just as the loss of a loved one does, and it discomforts us because the urgency of the present reality demands our discomfort.
WE ARE IN CRISIS
ππππ ππ
ππ πππ ππ ππππππ
πΎππππ ππππππππ.
π·πππππ! πΏπππ π¬πππππ πππ ππππππ πππππππ.