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Two stories about death. "Persian Women": A story of love, revenge and death. The Hatter: A story about family, respect and death. Two days later, when I was walking towards the lonely house on the damp grass that had fallen into disrepair before even half of it was built, I suddenly remembered what I had said to a Persian woman when I went for a walk in the pine forest with her. Nowadays, so many young people have committed suicide. These young people have no choice but to commit suicide. The society we have lived in has no understanding of why young people would do this. I remembered that at that time, I asked her bluntly and in my unique unscrupulous way whether she would commit suicide one day. The Persian woman laughed after hearing my words and said, yes.

In the 1980s, in Vienna, Austria, the Olsbergers held an "artist dinner" at their home. At 11:30 in the evening, the so-called "artist dinner" has not yet started, and everyone is waiting for the arrival of the dinner guest - the famous Burgtheater actor. I sat on the sofa chair with a headrest and waited while observing the people at the dinner party. I recalled my experience of being close to and alienated from the art world over the past few decades, the various situations of artists, and Joanna's funeral during the day today. In my eyes, they suffered artistic or spiritual collapse decades ago. It can even be said that their entire souls collapsed. All the people in the music room heard me say the words "art world" and "art spirit" as if I were talking, like the Olsbergers, about "artists' dinners". They only paid attention to the sound of these words when I said them, and they had no way of understanding what meaning these words meant to me when I said them.