my body is thirsty. sure, i don't moisturize nearly enough and I wouldn't be caught dead drinking a gallon of water a day but it's more than that this time. it's been more than that for a long time now. my skin is a sea of cobwebs in a dark damp barn and the webs are only illuminated by moonlight on just the right nights at just the right times. my brain is a tiny raft floating in a still river but it's far too late - the storm has passed and the wooden boards have transformed into loosely wound strings and the contents have dispersed. my heart is the LED light inside an electric candle designed for old people and young children and college students alike but the flicker is no longer by design - the battery is dying and no one intends on seeking a replacement.