…Carmen did write her own story. After all what do we have here? - a gypsy working in a cigarette factory, daily devoured like cigarettes, ignited, drawn, inhaled and discarded; ash. She must have known that the love she chose to exploit was finite.
So perhaps, just perhaps, at the height of her powers, she decided to take responsibility for her own end. Carmen, dear:
That’s no way to say goodbye
But it’s a bloody good way
To make sure someone else does