"I'm at the ragged edge. All that is running through my brain is, “I can't, I can't, I can't.” Pain is easy. Pain has yellow or red. Lines of obvious final ability and retreat. I can only push so hard, you can only push so hard. But where I am there are no pretty lights to make it okay. I need a new colour to make this okay but I can't make my brain line up what that colour might be. Sweat is pouring down my body, every muscle is shaking, my eyes are getting more and more filled by tears. They haven't fallen, not yet, hanging by the surface tension. Can't blink. I'm hanging by surface tensi... Show more