ways in which i might, one day, choose to kill myself

Rome

eat each flavour of ice cream available in the ice-cream shop in the corner of via del tritone. leave chocolate til last. collapse from overeating in front of the fontana de trevi. get trampled to death by the throng of mindless tourists.

vestal virgin

finally when she got to the age of thirty-nine, she said sod it and went off with the guy who had given her the white rose during the festival. she didn't mind being buried alive, it all had felt the same to her anyway, and now she knew for sure.

multitudes

there are a million people walking the streets. there are a million columns standing in the street. there are a million statues watching you go by. there are a million fountains sprinkling away. there are a million, billion, trillion beautiful things to see smell touch feel...

off to rome

10.5kg worth of red shoes, green dresses, funky jeans and primark silly tops