What makes a girl walk into the middle of a busy South London Road. Drink, weed, youth?
What is making that girl weep in the middle of a busy South London Road? She's stubbed her toe, she's been dumped, she's being abused?
What is making her cut her wrists open in the middle of a busy South London Road? Suicide, insanity, desperation?
Why is she digging into her wrist rather than slitting along the vein in order for a quick and instantaneous death on a busy South London Road? A lack of knowledge, the wrong tool for the job, or the fact that she really does not want to die.
Why did a a driver stop in the middle of a busy South London Road in order to give assistance to this girl? Shock, Pity, Kindness?
Why did another driver go past this girl on a busy South London Road? The fact that he does not want to get involved, the fact that he could be blamed for something that has nothing to do with him, the fact that she could sue him if he survives the bleeding?
No matter what happened this morning on that busy South London Road, the city kept on moving, the world kept on turning and life continues as we know it...