Again pills (more this time), again ambulance, again doctors...just the background changed. It was not our home this time. It seems that nothing or nobody can reach to her. In her stubbornness and blurry image of reality, she doesn't understand why people can't respect her desire to die! Her mother is a nervous wreck, her daughter looks at you, but she sees through you. Doctors seems cold and detached. We are in an emotional roller coaster that brings our stomach in our throat. Scanners do they jobs, and other doctors are gonna read the results and they will decide if to keep her interned or not. There are no places for the multitude of people who just can't keep up with the crazy rhythm of the life we are living, the cruel light in which reality it is showing itself. No matter how much or how fast we evolve, in the end of the day we are the same humans we were 1000 years ago: frail, emotional, needy, needing to be surrounded by beauty, softness...just a bunch (more than 6 billions) of thoughtful canes! My opinion is that the human mind cannot cope very well with the world, and reality that we created, this angry Frankenstein who turns against us to destroy the mad, careless creator. We tried to take the place of God. The truth is, we are a fake, lousy creator, and the mask is falling now, showing this vulnerable, weak man, who apparently envies so the true creator of all that is beautiful and meaningful, so that he chooses to destroy the creator, the creation, and himself. Suicide is encoded in our DNA.