What do you do when the only thing keeping you alive stops working? When you do it repeatedly, and more severely each time, trying to get back that relief, but it just won't come back? When the physical pain just won't compensate for existence anymore? When you know that you have to keep trying to retrieve it, but the only thing that's going to work will kill you? When you can't see a way forward? How about when you're alone, with all the time you need? When you have the opportunity and nothing will interrupt? When everything you need is just in the next room, waiting for you? Do you continue on a path which seems to have no ending, no aim and is so exhausting, or do you choose oblivion, here and now? Do you live or die? Humanity is wrong: you can't fix this. Maybe it doesn't even need to be fixed.