To hang myself is to kill myself if there is one way of seeing as the happening is in the saying, happened so many times and the act is so crude vivid in minds of everybody staying there as it used to be punishment and public. As I do not want to see one-sighted view in hanging, putting myself there and stop existing, I hang in many angles, by my ankles by my rope in my robe by my limbs from my leg not by my neck not from the ceiling. Everything shows, that I haven’t shaved. I hang out of my non-shaved body like guts and the crows comes out to fly about. Not quite sure how that happens, but it does, but this is a confession of a kind of hanging in the way that something comes out and it is scary.