“With blurred vision it is difficult to see anything around.  My eyes have grown tired of this artificial light.  My lungs pull the air in a spasm even though I don't remember holding my breath.  Just another craze.  Adrenaline fills me.  The air is always the same, I need to get out.  My legs hurt, crack.  If in the last 24 hours I got out of bed, it is a source of personal pride.  I'm wasting time.  I need to get out.  Get out of that room, get out of the scenario I created myself.  Get out of me.”