There appear to be causes in life which one supports, at times even lead, and there are others which one brushes aside, and at times eschew.

For many years, while driving past the south side of the moat on my way to the Airport Plaza, I have been intrigued at the sight of the huge building that is called SuanPrung, It’s rare to ever see anyone in the garden or the car park in front of the building, which, for me, adds to the eeriness that psychiatric hospitals have held over me ever since I visited a suicidal friend who’d been sectioned back in the early nineties.