I feel as if I've been backed into a corner, lost in a maelstrom of thoughts, floating in a pool of memory. Yet all of these change then stay the change like an unsteady wind threatening to blow the last leaf away. I'm being swept away by a swift river of sorrow in which many sticks of loneliness catch on my clothing. Soon I'm striped of everything my own dignity. I wander the cold bleak land of reflection to find nothing to reflect on; I am striped of everything, striped of everything, of everything, everything.