It was like I was on the other side of the aquarium window. I moved as if underwater---
back and forth, back and forth-
and look out at the rest of the world through the glass...

But during the moments that reality was about to punch through the glass and into my heart, I was sized by a feeling of failure and frief.

Of course, I also recongized how self-pitying this kind of grief was.

Everyone had a limit, but the limit was unknown until it was reached.
If you exceeded your limit, well, then you were in trouble.

I’m always interested in what people drink.
It tells a lot about them,
Maybe they have seen too many things too many times that most people never see even once.