Death Wish

“And how, exactly, would you like to die?”

Angie imagines the meetings, having never been invited to one. But that’s not her role at Death Wish, where clients pay to die, planning elaborate exhibitions with their orchestrators so that they may “go out on their terms,” or so they think. Working behind the scenes has taught Angie that everything has a cost and there are many ways to pay, and currencies to pay with...honesty and accountability, elusive qualities, Angie discovers, and not only for clients. Because Angie also has a wish, a craving for comprehension, a literacy of Life, to learn its many languages and understand them for herself. The origins. Because everything came from somewhere, something greater, with more energy, and she wants to learn about what that energy is.

Sincerity is honored, as Angie can attest. No longer does she imagine the meetings, or Metresha’s silky voice as it welcomes clients inside her obsidian-black study, showing them to a plush throne chair to prepare them for what, exactly, comes next. Angie is now an orchestrator, and her client is someone she happens to know. But both are unprepared for the repercussions of the exhibition they create—an immersive experience that individually adapts to each member of the audience, cast and crew included. It is during her own exhibition that Angie’s wish is granted, and she is given a glimpse of what she wants to know. But knowledge is earned; she must be honest with herself about who she is and accountable for every choice—every thought, feeling, and action—in order to understand where she comes from. Angie loses her footing and falls, past and present blend together and dream blurs with reality. The truth, however, holds firm: For Angie, Death is not so far away.