Have you ever taken the train too far? So far while so inebriated that you become hopelessly lost. Wandering foreign streets in your own city. Crying at your own helplessness. Crying from your fear. Crying for what you've become. How many trips to the gutter will it take to destroy you? You used to be everything. Beguiling. Unbelievable. Then suddenly someone else got in your way. Blocking the light that used to shine on your face. Catching the breeze that used to dance across you. Look at yourself now, withering. Deprived. Collapsed. Indiscernable. Trying to convince yourself that every eclipse slips away.