Antigone goes beyond-the-beyond: From the 'my lady' of the ideal to the malady of the ideal

I want to hurry death. I want to be free of the dread Of waking in the morning. All I pray for now Is the dawn of my last day. Whatever the field of work, no-one whose door is fully open to the suffering subject will be able to avoid the encounter with the full deadweight of this tragic appeal to the possibility that death presents, and represents, as a release from - an ante-dote to - life. (From the obsessional to the suicide).…