"You know when you hold everything so far buried inside yourself over such a vast expanse of time, and then a small and seemingly insignificant event occurs in which you have an indirect , although, involved association, and then you can slowly, however increasingly rapidly, feel the dead and buried ripping through your inner organs and flesh until they are slithering under your skin. All that is holding them inside is the projection of yourself that you keep on play for everyone else. However, as this occurs, the reel is about to run out and the person you usually had on standby to change it over is gone. Now, as you take a breath in, and feel the oxygen disperse within your body, you hear the click of the reel as it comes to an end. The dead and buried rips through your skin, at which time it hurts like nothing else before it in your entire being, and then suddenly, there is nothing left at all. An empty shell is left lying bloody and broken on the floor. There is no feeling or emotion or presence at all, there is nothing left. You are gone."