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2001-09-16

Rainer Werner Fassbinder
B. 5.31.45 Bad Wörishofen, Germany / D. 6.10.82 Munich
Overdose

Another beautiful day in war-torn New York City. What would I be doing now, trapped two hundred tons down in a lightless pocket of freak space, me and the dead—would I be sucking on a rat?
The morning meditation, day five. Should I start carrying chocolate with me all the time? Should I etch something on myself?
A little chill in the air; the sun’s started applying more gilding than heat to September. You know the corridor to the nice ladies room up in standing room at the Metropolitan Opera—does that have roof access? And when the fire escape starts detaching from the wall under the weight of panicked people on stampede—is there a nearby window I’ll be able to swing through at that point?
Hurry hurry fall, hurry cold weather, New York implores you. Our black leather coats will protect us.

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