Materialism is sickening. The beckon of the void in one's mind yearns for satisfaction. More often than not, to snuff out a fire is to set another ablaze. In the end, is the subconscious material? If so, what is it that it's looking for? What is she truly looking for? Is she simply grasping at memories, begging for them to come back? Scream and cry as she might, it was all finite. As is the nature of materialism.