Never again will you feel what you just felt.
Humid to dry, hot to cold.
The stark difference of atmosphere in the lungs.
The strain on the eye.
The booming voice of indifferent truth.
You will never be as happy as in that moment.
You will never be happy again.
The rest of your life will be spent clawing your way back to a sensation that will elude you until the day you die, and even in death, you will not find it.
And so - from that day - it was written.















