Okay, hold on, maybe you are not dying yet, not in the next few hours, days, or years and because you have loved ones who probably won’t agree to you dying. But “tomorrow” is here, and you are lying down still looking pretty with a tame smile and a little help from the experts at the morgue who manages to make you look good because this is your final passage. Your loved ones were helpless, as in any case, because your life was up to you. Perhaps you had every bit of freedom and something humans have in common.
I learned a great deal from the streets. I know poverty, luck, chances, hope and wealth. And I am skeptical.