Is a philosopher’s suicide a ‘historical’ event, whose proximity can be measured chronologically by anniversaries? A quarter of a century has passed since Gilles Deleuze ended his life from the window of his Paris apartment. He was suffering from an acute respiratory ailment for years and had recently had a tracheostomy. There was nothing dramatic about his end: no suicide note, no statement to the world. A few months earlier, his conversations with Claire Parnet, held on condition that they will be aired only after his death, were telecast in what was perhaps his only app-earance on television. When permitting this, he said: “Considering my actual state, it is a little bit as if I were already gone.” His voluntary exit from the world a few months later, far from a complaint or lament, seemed like an act of affirmation, exp-ressed as the flight from a life which was no longer alive.