Mockery Be Damned, My Urine Looked Delicious.

What A Terrible Thing It Is To Botch A Farewell.

No One Dies Of Nausea, But It Can Seriously Sap The Will To Live.

My Zoology Thesis Was A Functional Analysis Of The Thyroid Gland Of The Three-toed Sloth. I Chose The Sloth Because Its Demeanour - Calm, Quiet And Introspective - Did Something To Soothe My Shattered Self.

Dawn Came And Matters Were Worse For It. Because Now, Emerging From The Darkness, I Could See, What Before I Had Only Felt, The Great Curtains Of Rain Crashing Down On Me From Towering Heights And The Waves That Threw A Path Over Me And Trod Me Underfoot One After Another.

I Explore It Now In The Only Place Left For It, My Memory.