drowning in a sea where the liquid tastes like water feels like water, but you don’t think it’s water—turns into a labyrinth when you blink, and you CAN’T get out—not knowing where you are—and every previously formulated escape plan has led you to the same spot—or so you think—where familiar faces populate familiar places glowing with sinister barbed-wire glory—it hurts and you bleed but you can’t get away—and there IS no respite, because all this happens in your head, and you can run all you like, but you’re always gonna find yourself.