you've been thinking and thinking again and can't quite figure out how going backwards will eventually put you ahead. no logic in that is there? nonetheless, you nod and say anything to keep firm grip on the rope. when letting go would only alleviate some of the headache you've had since last year. let go, let go. let your shirt snag on the rusty nail sticking out of the door, run fucken naked if you have to, but dammit...run. run to clarity.