Something died inside of him that day. Watching that man slip away was more than his mind was willing to handle.

Optimism is a most hopeless feeling, but I must retain it.

The statues were praying – gazing into the dark domed ceiling.

Paint the man, cut the lines, cut the flesh, watch the blood spill – let it come!

I wish I could ask you how much you remember. I don't know if there will be anything left after I consume this drink.