After a frantic suicide attempt, Veronika awakens inside a mysterious mental asylum. Under the supervision of an unorthodox psychiatrist who specializes in controversial treatment, Veronika learns that she has only weeks to live.
— Well, how long do I have? A year? Years?
— Exact estimates are impossible. Not years.
— Okay, so six months? Five months? Four months?
— It could be any time.
— It may only be a matter of weeks, at most.
— I have to wait that long?
Insanity is the inability to communicate our ideas. So all of us are to one degree or another insane.
Well, reality is what the majority deem it to be. Not necessarily the best or the most logical, but the one that has become adapted to the desires of a society as a whole. Some things are governed by common sense, and others become fixed until more and more people believe that's the way it should be.
The majority of people who attempt suicide repeat their attempts until they succeed. I took a risk in lying to her about her condition. I decided to test the only remedy I've come to have any faith in. Awareness of life. Until she finds out from some other doctor that she's perfectly healthy, she'll consider each day a miracle. Which in my view it is.
