You Drift Away

"Small spills of rain had started, cold on his arm. Downstream recurving shore currents chased in deckle light wave upon wave like silver spawn. To fall through darkness. Struggle in those opaque and fecal depths, which way is up. Till the lungs suck brown sewage and funny lights go down final corridors of the brain, small watchmen to see that all is quiet for the advent of eternal night."

--Cormac McCarthy from "Sutree"