You see, I keep waking up and finding myself alive. No matter how hard I try. It's like a horse race, but, actually, you're riding on a carousel, so there's no chance your horse will overtake the one in front… and the one behind you will never catch you up. The horse in front is contentment. The horse behind you is death. There I am. Lieutenant Colonel Robert Blair Mayne, sitting on a plaster fucking horse, unable to get off the fucking carousel.












