Fame and suicide.
Suicide and fame.
The two flirt, and consummate their relationship often enough to make others take note.
If someone gets everything they hope for,
there is not much left to live for.
Boredom ties the rope.
There are other factors, of course. We can never know another person well enough to tell how they think or feel. The majority of famous people do not remove themselves from this earth. Indeed, a large number of them relish the attention. More than mere success sent Virginia Woolf walking into the River Ouse. Ernest Hemingway had personal demons aplenty.
These days, Fame stalks those who are famous.
Although a famous author does not attract the attention of a famous entertainer, or sports figure, or politician, an author’s fame spreads beyond the usual world of books and readings and tours.
Fame guarantees attention must be paid. The media makes Fame supersede the reason for the fame. Fame is the elephant in the room, always poised to turn rogue.
Creating is difficult enough.
Creating is time-consuming enough.
Creating is isolating enough.
Fame magnifies all these things, and sometimes ignites an unrelenting blaze.